This one emerged a while ago in relation to SB 1070.
I kind of shifted it around though.
It's called "Where Timid Gestures Black."
"I unsettle speak and swift my pale tint
argue what white is passport water settled spic.
They nation territory into tradition
in [? every ?] zone, a space they too faced
and abbreviated the eggs of our garden before God nested
and laid beaks of an English wish speaks within my atom
with such violence.
Weed sprung from our palms, love turned into the--
we refuse to bear.
I am a man has a woman within a question posed
after image exposed through physical fact
and psychic effort.
We weave such celluloid walls my wet back eve in such love spick
spacks my atom, a light inside where timid gesture is black,
the aperture be-tween where we are most strangers.
We are our fear lodging.