Segregated through a wall,
Triggers tears for fears of all.
Segregated through a game,
Those who lose, well, She will maim.

My bladder is a criminal?
“Indecency,” they say.
Identity? The point is null,
“The children!” they will say.

A room for black; a room for white
A room for wrong; a room for right?
Yet racism is far from new.
A room for pink; a room for blue.

Written February 2015. Adapted for blog publication March 2017

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