I’ve played Wolfenstein,

A fantasy above all,

Where there’s hope that nazis will fall,

I wander Endless corridors,

Where Fascists litter floors second only to the tiles.

 

I enter the Union,

Avoid the food court,

They don’t want me,

Avoid eye contact,

They don’t want me.

 

A sign,

“Only two genders,”

Surrounded by apologetics about shooting your problems,

I know to leave,

But where aren’t they.

 

I read the news,

“it’s free speech,”

I know what they mean,

Each letter was typed with one arm raised.

 

I go to my class, my one respite,

To understand the history of our plight,

“Just leave the kids be, free from your filthy gender ideology,”

I am not wanted here.

 

I enter the Union,

Where fascists litter the floor second only to tile,

Not with blood, but hatred,

I am not allowed hope,

For protection, love, or pity.