By Jane Barnes
She looked down at my ID, and said,
“You sound, look, and act like a girl
and this ID shows a man, therefore I’m
not giving you a laptop.”
It looks just like me. I identify with
my ID. I wasn’t there dressed up.
I didn’t have on a dress. I wasn’t
Dressed in character.
Yes I sometimes wear feminine clothes,
But on this day I wore shorts and a
hoodie and had my hair pulled back
I’m a gay man but this is prejudice
based on how others see me so that
shows you how discrimination
laws are crucial for all different groups.
Finally I got to use a laptop
for my studies, but only after
I asked three. Different. librarians.
Freedom of speech, ladies
(and gentlemen) I’d like to
check out the U.S. Constitution
for a couple of weeks so run my
copy under your electronic checkout
gizmo Check out one for yourselves
oh guardians of language and reality
it’s a good read full of suspense
Jane Barnes has finished a poetry manuscript covering 25 years in 250 poems called “The Inbetween: Poems 1982-2007.” A short story of Jane’s (too big to hug) is carved on a granite pillar at Copley Plaza in Back Bay, Boston.