Dear fellow white people, GROW THE F UP!

Tone Down The Rhetoric, By Brian37 (Now Jackie Leigh) (AKA Brian James Rational Poet On FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Where where those calls
When behind the glass
The man with no class
Incited a mob to attack police?

Where were the calls
To stop the carnage
For the police to remove
His knee from a neck

Where were the calls
For due process
For probable cause
For warrants and a court

He is now a judge and jury
And will resort
To using our military
In place of police

Tell that to the 140 officers
Of January 6th
Who suffered injuries
And the families of the 2 murdered

Since when is bigotry obligatory
Mandatory to convey loyalty
To portray patriotism
To deny pluralism?

Your history isn’t being erased
By pointing out the truly oppressed
Why are you obsessed
With who someone loves

Or what is between their legs
You are on low rung pegs
Prostituting fascism
As if it were fashionable

As if
It were reasonable
What bigots really fear
Is being held accountable

So they play a game of Twister
Of Scapegoating Scrabble
Orwellian double speak
Our humanity in trouble

Diversity diminished
By the bully on top
If given his way
All dissent would stop

You want an apology
Because we stand up to a bully?
You want an apology
For standing my ground?

Look at the thousands of rounds
Of attacks on blacks
Like George and Garner and Briana
And the call for the death penalty

Of the Central Park Five
Don’t hand us your jive
Your gaslighting, your pretending
That you are the victim

No, not when you target
My innocent migrant neighbors
Claiming they’re gang members
Or have rapist behaviors

Is silence and submission
What you want from minorities
Are those your xenophobic priorities
Lonely white male insecurities

Don’t hand me your lies
That it is just an “opinion”
If you valued diversity
Then you wouldn’t support him

Tone down the rhetoric?
How pathetic, when you wont
Put the responsibility on the top
The person most responsible

The person who perpetuated
The lie that a black man
Was not born here
That he shouldn’t hold office

Tone down the rhetoric?
When he types in all caps
Every damned day
Like a middle school kid

Who was told in the candy isle
He couldn’t shit on the floor
And blame the employees
And claim they made him shit.

Tone down the rhetoric?
How nice am I or anyone
To be to people
Who try to erase their existence

Don’t you dare equate him to Lincoln
He had an adult lexicon
Don you dare equate him to King
Who died for doing the right thing

Don’t you dare equate him to JFK
A Democrat murdered in his prime
Trying to make the world a better place
Don’t get in my face

And tell me to Tone it down
Tell the orange clown, he is the napalm
The Molotov Cocktail , the grenade
Grenade of of division

He uses as a distraction
To foster more division
More destruction
More depletion of human rights

Your enemy are not blacks
Your enemy are not trans
Your enemy are not migrants
No matter what he says

No, now is the time
To stand in solidarity
Against his petulant pedantry
Against his constant inflammatory

Rhetoric, that blacks commit more crimes
That Chicago is a violent city
Why should I have any pity
For a rapist who cheated on all 3 wives?

Silence is how democracy dies.
No, I am not your enemy
No, we do not want violence
But we won’t be in compliance

When kids with cancer get deported
When 14 million people get cut off
Of their health care, when the GOP
Don’t care to feed kids school lunches

When mass shootings happen in bunches
Where bullets turn public school classes
Into Swiss cheese, please, please, please
Spare me your fake outrage

It is just another Joseph Goebbels page
Of “Repeat a lie long enough”
Well we’ve had enough
What do you want us to do ?

Tell us, because we will not be silent
So if you want us to “tone it down”
It starts with the man most capable
Of turning the gas off

But you fucking know he wont.
He doesn’t care if we are divided
And soon, unfortunately soon
You will find out

He never cared about you either.

Broodmare, By Brian37 (Now Jackie Leigh) (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Don’t you know
Your station is stable
You’d be wrong
If you think you are able

To control your own destiny
Don’t you know
That that you are chattel
I will keep you like cattle

For it is biblical
The ‘good book’
Has stated your lot
Forget that it is written

That a guy named Lot
Offers his daughters
Up for rape
Forget all that

You must remain silent
Don’t be defiant
You must be the broodmare
Your uterus ever reliant

Don’t you know
Your station is stable
You’d be wrong
If you think you are able

To vote, vote for
Your body autonomy
To dream of an education
Maybe in astronomy

I have just one thing
To say about all that
Fuck anyone
That would treat you like that.
(end)

This poem is a FUCK YOU to Christian Nationalism and Project 2025. You really should know what is in Project 2025. Those who support Project 2025 want to take America back to the days where only white men had power and women were subservient to them.

Epicaricacy, By Brian37 (Now Jackie Leigh) (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Schadenfreude, a German word
You might not have heard
The SS herd, and Einsatzgruppen
Got joy out of the suffering of Jews

They buy the lies of Fox News
I.C.E. have become an lawless intrusion
And the fans in the media stadium
Cheer for the demise of their fellow humans

Why is it my species are all too tribal
When we feel threatened by a rival
We turn to the biggest bullies on the block
Shout with fervor to cease their stock

And trade of hate is made by forgetting
Forgetting that we are all of flesh
A cut is a cut, and and a death is a death
That rots our ability to see ourselves the same

I do get joy out of the defeat of a bully
But that is not the same as getting joy
Out of destruction in mass,
Treating all outsiders as a subhuman class

Hamas, Bibi, and Trump, the Imams of Iran
The White Christian Nationalist Klan
Are the grey clouds in pitch black night
Their power means to kill hope’s light

Defense of pluralism must be our fight
I find no enemies in those who try
To defend the least with the most to lose
Reject greed and those who chose

Obliteration through iron fist
Those in office who wave their fist
Demand you are prostrate in compliance
You must resist with all defiance

All who live are on the same home
Planet earth is were we roam
Weapons of fear used to divide
Will cease us all if we don’t decide

To destroy fear with familiarity
To know your neighbor as human
To see that a flower garden is great
When the blooms are diverse.

I have been lax in reposting my poems I write at http://www.allpoetry.com they are posted over there as well. I have several new ones below new to this page but originally posted over there.

Friendly reminder, I am transitioning from male to female. My new name is Jackie. I will not be changing my “byline” because of the shear number of poems I have written.

Exae, By Brian37 (now Jackie Leigh) (aka Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

In the realm of R. E. M.
I had a peculiar dream
A Sharon Stone like figure
Feeding my imaginary stream

Somewhere along a coast
Pacific or Atlantic I could not tell
My dream was going very well
I spotted her, in an instant I could tell

The scenery was a theme park
She flirted with me on a lark
In her eyes I could see a spark
She was going to leave her mark

The muffled words we exchanged
My brain had rearranged
It was patently strange
That I understood everything

We talked and gazed and smiled
She told me she was from land afar
Slovakia was way too far
For that distance between us to work

I had to settle for a day’s walk
We passed all the rides in the park
Then on a bench we had sat
To have a friendly chat

The twilight was looming soon
Dawn would kill my swoon
I asked before it all ended
My dream had been suspended

“What is your name”
With a smile and wave
I woke up with her name on my lips
“I am Exae”, have a nice trip”.
(end)

So last night I dreamed I was at some sort of giant complex like a theme park, but it wasn’t really a closed business where you have to buy tickets, but more like a shopping center with rides. Hey it’s a dream, sue me.
I do know I was anxious because I wanted to tell her I was trans, but was afraid of the rejection.
My brain concocted the name spelling, towards the end of the dream I asked her how to pronounce it and she said, “X- ee”

Body Snatchers, By Brian37(Now Jackie Leigh) (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

The sanctuaries
That often come to mind
Schools, Hospitals, houses of worship
Are being violated by the most evil kind

You don’t want them in your drink
And their veins are very cold
Crushing the due process
Of the young and old

In 1921
The madman had begun
Destroying checks on power
The innocent went on the run

Guns of the government
Used to oppress their own
Losing their moral compass
Destruction is now home

He gives someone for you to hate
Vilification on his slate
You blindly take the bait
But soon you’ll meet your fate

He’ll snatch your body too
That’s what dictators do
He never cared about you
Or anything that is true

Brown are the leaves
Of democracy
Shirts are the mirror
We’ve seen in history

We’re in a time machine
Returning to the obscene
Lack of humanity
Lack of empathy

It will certainly lead
To barbaric atrocities
If warnings we don’t heed
Fascism will succeed

Let the bunker be
The coward’s way out
From every single rooftop
Everyone must loudly shout

We don’t want that here
We know the road that’s tread
The gravestones of the innocent
The masses will be dead

In a prison all will live
Even those who helped him rise
Not even you will be free
Your body snatched alive.
(end)

Drawing parallels here.

She Was Silenced, By Brian37 (Now Jackie Leigh) (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

In the Victorian era
Where knees and elbows
If women were to expose
They would be harshly scorned

She figured out, and tried to warn
Too much water vapor, or CO2
It would trap the heat
Damage certain to be true

Male peers ignored her work
How dare a woman shake
The social norms of pink and blue
Her recognition in 2011 was long overdue

In 1856, Eunice Foote, did so prove
What we call greenhouse gasses
The modern term “Climate change”
Her work did never move

Public perception, patriarchal rejection
And now, well over 150 years later
The threat to our species exponentially greater
The ignorant oil companies exponentially greedier

They buried a woman who
Was merely telling the truth
Her paper now has proof
And we should have listened back then
(end)

I just stumbled across an article about Eunice Foote. I had long thought that the proof of global warming was found in the late 1800s. I had no clue that anyone had discovered greenhouse gasses that early. But unfortunately, it makes sense, because back then, women were never taken seriously, especially in male dominated science.