A POEM BY JUDE ORLANDO ENJOLRAS Birmingham, UK Oh, sisters – what are you doing Undoing The shoulders Of giant soldiers Past? Last I checked We were all in this together, but you wrecked The dream that I had I’m sad It’s come To this, but we’ve come Too far to let you tear Down the barricade we built, smear The good name Of our Revolution. For shame What part of, United we stand Do you not understand? It’s not that hard If our ranks are marred By civil war We will never win the war Against patriarchy So WTF is this TERF malarkey? Who died and made you head Of PR? I’ve said It before, I’ll say it again You don’t speak for me when you call our sisters men Particularly when the men in your head Are all better off dead Enough of my trans sisters are dead and cold And it was you who sold Them out for a bite of establishment cookie A rookie Mistake, latching onto this rhetoric of sin With a curtsy and a grin You recycle words like sick, deluded, perverse Try traverse A mile in trans women’s shoes See how you like the abuse They get – Familiar yet? I won’t let you lose our battles, you will never win in my name A reign Of oppression by any other name would smell As rank, so show some respect for those who fell I have had my fill Of words that kill.
Appeared in ISSUE #2 'Feminism is'