[In response to one of the principals at my school denying the literary magazine the right to publish one of my poems, which happens to be about gay people. ("A Ballad for Two Men.")]

I hear it everywhere, oppression’s
Favorite onomatopoeia:
(clink, clink
clank)
In suffocated elevators, singing a sad
Kind of chime as they reach heights
They shall kiss again and again,