(April poem a day, assignment 4)
According to Wikipedia
Someone who believes in
“the applied science or the biosocial movement
which advocates the use of practices
aimed at improving the genetic composition”
of human populations.
Noble goal until
I look at my brown, queer, gimped body
and realize they were/are
often discussing my genetic fitness
and ask them who are they to judge
this life, this flesh
they don’t inhabit.
Strange thing
is you can't always spot them.
They hide.
Afraid of the sun
like too many rodents.
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