battlefields

Our identities are not shields
Mine neither.

who needs protecting
when our bodies aren’t
being litigated out of existence?

the battlefields of ideas, she said
Meet me there. Take me on
Rhetorically.

But defence?
Use nothing. Hold onto solely
those shower thoughts you bubbled up
in late night pondering
and discomforting dreams
for security.

What’s obviously missing
In the convoluted metaphor
Is that some enter the arena
already lesioned and riddled with
wounds seven layers
or generations deep.

There is no equitable place
for us all to fight “democratically.”
and for that:

Raise your shields.
This world knows
no mercy.