Do we live in a word-cage? Are we bounded
by conceptual maps that tell us where we
belong? Could the thesaurus change our world or
will old concepts accept new terms and the same
laundered attitudes hide in fresh polite clothes?
You think synonyms never bite like slurs do.
Do you know what it’s like to be a walking
talking symbol for everything that’s broken?
(can i keep my defective brain a secret)
Our community built on things we can’t do
Our invisible flawed humanity shakes
with our hands as we stand or sit or something
and remember the things you say about us.