I'm dancing on the tightrope

high wire

a balancing act of my own desperation

preparation  has failed me and the net is an illusion

I cannot stand without the fear of falling

I fall and I shall never stand again

so steady I walk

dismissing the outrage of my success

how funny, that the success of a white man be an outrage

only; I've worked hard for this

struggled and pained, turning the sweat off my brow into a river

building a raft from every shattered dream

How funny that to a feminist I am a devil

for is it my fault to be born a man?

Women deserve equal rights, just as every human does

but if I am a white man walking the tightrope

why is it a travesty when I succeed?