Sitting in the lecture,
I can see her putting on her
face.
struggling to open a water bottle (small hands)
I want to stand up,
but academia rules state
that reality is prohibited.
I am dazed after a run,
intellectual race between me and me,
between gender and law.
She is writing aggressively
Sociology, communicative ideologies,
women studies and underlying male
libidos.
The professor is dancing on the grave,
of self interpretation,
requiring distinguishing between
Low & ridicule
High & working class.
Truth is always
F-A-S-C-I-S-T
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