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I’m already exhausted from tomorrow.
Driving nauseatingly curvy roads
to attend a funeral.
I will have to wear the good boy mask
all day long.
And pretend I’m not uncomfortable
being in the church
of a God I don’t worship anymore,
not their God,
not the way they worship,
pretending that
the Supreme Court
didn’t just legalize
discrimination
against people like me.
I already feel tired
and emotionally beaten down
from spending hours
with people who don’t see me
and probably never will.
I’m tired of being a spy
trapped behind enemy lines.