Skin Deep
There is a sticker
on the dirty bathroom wall
at Verb Cafe.
I drink too much coffee.
And, so I am forced to use their foul odered and disgusting bathroom.
Inside,
the entire tiny space is covered in marker, posts, and pictures.
Countless strange and anonymous voices
blur into a loud and messy conversation.
I am tempted to speak,
but the sticker captures my full attention.
It’s a generic looking drawing
of a small robot.
Inside this robot’s square abdomin shouts the words
FUCK GENDER!
Gender :
“b. one class of such a set.”
“a. offten the classification correlates in part with sex…”
(Dictionary.com)
I take my thoughts with me to my table by the window.
Underneath the image
we are All the same.
Peel of of this thin layer of film,
and where is your gender.
