So it’s a day of not caring
Not caring when the bus driver
Won’t call out the stops
Though I’m blind
Not caring he resents his job
Or that I signify resentment
You see I’m lifting just so
Like a fabric airplane
So I really don’t care
When a big administrator
At my college says:
“Don’t tell me,
I care about the disabled!”
Like those white people
Who say, “I had a black friend once…”
It’s a day of not caring
A day for opening my throat
That I may sing
The song of statelessness
While rain comes down
A proper rain
And a green caterpillar
Feeling the thunderstorm
Walks over my wrist.
