Transcend Bigotry
You ever want to
Change your face
Change your race –
Change your sex
Your gender
Your faith –
Some would change
To feel accepted
At peace
With the Wasps –
I claim no place
No label – no box –
My race, my sex
My everything
Is my name –
Don’t call me white
Or man
Or straight
Call me James
The only label I claim
I’m not white
I’m just James –
My four eyes
Are color and gender blind
First Impressions
It doesn’t matter
How many people I help
Or how kind I am –
You’ll never see me
As anything more
Than some
Bastard –
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 