chutes and ladders poem

why does it feel like

a perverted game of chutes and ladders

to be a member of a subordinate group in this country

where you climb and you climb and you climb,

only to reach the top

and see the faces of a brotherhood of white, christian men

mock you as you stumble however many feet backwards.

 

try again.

 

why does it feel like

a twisted compliment

to call a woman brave and courageous

because she spoke up about how she was violated.

i believe her.

but i wish we saw her as brave,

as someone who can climb the ladder,

without having to be traumatized first.

 

try again.

 

 

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