You lie

 

One thing means another thing

Is the way of the world it seems.

It swings the pendulum right

Into confusion. 

It stretches at the

Hidden meanings.

I am autistic.

And I didn’t get it.

Why say what you didn’t do?

But I know, I know now,

Who you want to fool.

It is so easy.

But I know, I KNOW

It now like I know my skin

That every time I hear them say

PROTECT THE CHILDREN,

I'm talking to someone who's unsafe.

Unsafe for the children 

They so proudly parade for.

Unsafe for the mouths 

They never feed, just close.

Unclothed

Without basic dignity. 

Unhomed 

Behind the front door.

As soon as I hear 

PROTECT THE CHILDREN

I know that's not

What they are here for.

Your children are the power structures.

Your children are the lies you want to uphold.

Your children are the prayers

For which you sold

Your actual children out.

Your children are the closet

That is screaming and bleeding out.

Fuck.

You don’t fight for the rights of your children.

You don’t fight for the tools they can use to protect themselves,

Or the safety they need to come forward.

No you let them starve and feel hunger. 

Where is your attack on the churches?

On the politicians bringing child labour back?

Where is your fight to stop the child marriages?

Where are the morals you say that WE lack?

But you defend known abusers.

You offer up your children to the arms

Of still being harmed

And you do not believe them.

Are you not the same ones 

Who throw their queer children

On the streets? To fend for themselves?

If this is defending your children,

You are bad bad bad at what you do.

Here is the F for Failure

You clearly deserve.

Pathetic.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Every time I hear Protect the children.

I see in you the faces of the people

Who said my family was bad

For abandoning my father.

Sad sad sad, he was a sad man

And a good man and a pious

Man and proper man and he

Must be a good father man if

He gave my rebellious ass a

Shelter man, why reject the man,

He must not be such a bad man

Cause he seemed nice and 

Was nice to them.

Just because his fists did not fly in your direction,

Did not mean they stayed at his side.

Just because you weren’t here for the ride

Doesn’t mean you can gaslit my experience.

God I hate the idea of stranger fucking danger,

You rather believe the idea of a fantasy phantom

Than your children who said it was their uncle,

The youth pastor and you know what?

I am done.

You don’t care, you don’t.

You want to easily tie up an idea that won’t.

You tell lies that make you feel like a hero.

But protect the children

Is reject the children

Is deflect by using children

Is detect who will remain your children

And who won’t

Is detest the children 

Who do not fit the mold.

All I hear 

Is your pounding fear

Your children might be queer

Drumming away in my ears.

God forbid they might get the chance

To chose to be happy.

To be accepted as they are.

Shocking.

You’re so afraid of your children

And who they might become.

A son must always be a son,

And never the sun,

As long as you only talk about my family, my community,

And never the actual harm that has been done?

I will see the lies in protect the children,

And I will skip you by.

You’re worth nothing more now,

Than a footnote on another black

Page in the history books we buy.