[Kätzchen]

My dearest Diary,

on the eve of the biggest change in my life that I've yet to even embark on, I wanted to leave my thoughts as I travel on my journey to who-knows-where: so today, I leave a poem marking this transition.
Until then,
Yours Truly.

Crucible

I hear your gurgling:
the daring transition which brings pain
from the walls of this prison
I welcome your stain.

marking those things which must change:
family betrayal
social and cultural hegemony
fascist regimes
opportunistic gratification temptations
raging egos out of control
tempered with humility
exacted compassion
internally and externally
working class people with the blues
-versus-
the ideologically coercive bourgeoisie.

Rising as an Gramescian-Marxist intellectual,
organically grown,
amid my trans-racial, sexually-minoritized standpoint,
I proclaim:

Your hegemonic controls are powerless
when juxtaposed against our collective experience:
When the smoke settles from the flames of the crucible,
our empowerment will prevail!

We rise, as called by the Bodhisattva of the Universe!
Oh, Crucible:
We welcome your change!