I pass.

It is a lynch­pin of my life
Out­sider on the inside
Yet I slide under radar
Designed to trap my fellow
Queers, genderfreaks,
Col­on­ised souls.

I infilt­rate priv­ileged spaces
with my passing.
I come out over and over
Dis­com­fit the comfortable

I may look white
But my Jewish heritage
Shares the pain of the slaves
Shares the anguish of the refugee
Shares the fear of the hunted

I may be a parent, seem straight
But my love is boundless
Shares the furt­ive­ness of the beat
Shares the frus­tra­tion of the assumption
Shares the fury at the closet

I may walk, talk
But my dis­ab­il­it­ies are invisible
Share the lack of spoons
Share the mental anguish
Share the daily pain

It is a responsibility.
I pass.