I Told You So

You're only genius
If you're a woman.
Or if you have melanin in your skin.

Dr. King cannot be quoted by
Me. Despite the fact
That I have worked so hard.

No, I offend.
Unintentionally I write honestly
The way I see, the way I feel
But it is offensive.
Therefore, I get threatened 
To be expelled from houses
For my violent speech.

There is no hope for me
For I am of a different time
When talent and work---
Not what's in vogue---
Established a man.
For if I were a woman
I'd be published.

The thing that makes me angry
Is that I spent the past twelve years
Working hard
And nobody will understand the work
I wrote. So why even bother publishing them?

So, I watch the world burn.
I watch people censor one another
Because nobody listens.

So, silently I write.
Is it for myself?
Am I forever to be the solipsist?
Are the postmodernist lies
Going to be the ones who tyrannize?
Is it that we are all just solipsists?
Selfishly saying 
And unable to truly understand one another?
Then expel me from your restaurant
Censor me on Google.
I will watch the world burn
And silently think,
"I told you so."