Are you a keyboard warrior? I know I am. The term is not complimentary. It designates someone whose political life is merely online, a person who doesn’t join public protests. I would plead the fifth except I haven’t committed a crime. Blogging, writing on social media, and voicing my opinions publicly are not failures of oppositional discourse. I’m blind, can’t drive, live in a city with mediocre pubic transportation. Getting to demonstrations isn’t even half way possible for me. So keyboard warrior I am. I wrote this poem today:
Living in Trump’s America
All this grief and nowhere to put it
I ask the doctor what to do
He recalls a meadow from childhood
Someplace in Bavaria
He thought it was innocent grass
Because the bones were out of sight
The sun is up this morning
Planet of the Blind 