Black Out Poem - Source Text: David Wojnarowicz | Untitled (One Day This Kid...) 1990
One day this kid will come to know
a sensation equivalent to the separation
of the earth from its axis.
One day this kid will reach
a division that isn't mathematical.
One day this kid will feel something stir.
One day this kid will find something in his soul
that makes him hungry.
One day this kid will do something that causes
men who inhabit certain stone buildings,
to call for his death.
One day politicians will enact legislation
against this kid.
One day families will give false information to their children,
designed to make existence intolerable for this kid.
One day this kid will begin to experience all this,
and commit suicide or submit to danger,
or submit to silence and invisibility.
One day this kid will talk.
When he begins to talk,
men who fear this kid,
will silence him.
Doctors will pronounce this kid curable,
as if his brain were a virus.
This kid will lose his constitutional rights,
his privacy.
Electro-shock, drugs, and conditioning therapies.
Subject to loss of home, civil rights, jobs,
and all conceivable freedoms.
This will begin to happen when
he desires to place his naked body,
on the naked body of another boy.