b'Creative Writing Leah FrapeHumanCreative WritingLeah FrapeThis is a poem I wrote for a play that I was in for the drama department last year called Human, Human. The play was written by collecting real stories about violations of human rights from around the world including homophobia, FGM, sexism and religious persecution. This project was important to all of us involved, as these issues are things that all of us could relate to in one personal way or another. We knew that it was important to make these issues relate to Exeter Students; we are aware that as a Uni, we are battling against classism, sexism and racism. I also performed this poem at the Lemmy with Amnesty International Society shortly after the sexual assault that happened on campus last term, and had people come up to thank me for speaking so honestly. I wanted this to be included in the T3 Journal so that we recognise the challenges we still have to work on as a community. I have also added a new stanza due to the Corona outbreak, as I am ashamed of how international students were discriminated against towards the end of last term because of racism.I used to think that beingstereotypical gender orThere will always be aOr a tool cut open and human sexual preference woman sewn shut Just meant being alive, We are to blame for theirWho is more oppressedPassed around for But now Im starting tocolours burning so bright than mepassionless ejaculation think it means That they saw suicide Cause shes suffocated byCaged, shamed and Fighting for rights,As a solution - every tradition in hertraumatised because When we denied them ofvillage Because were socialised Half of human kind is stillour love and acceptance - For the sake of outdated to put up wallsstruggling to existIn favour of unjustFake, And fear anythingBecause theyre notprosecution. Patriarchal purity. That isnt segregation.straight, rich, western orTheres so much bloodShe just wants what I cis. spilled haveWere all human,Over God, religion andAn educationBut Ive been followed When will we recognise HeavenBut her teen body is ahome That humanity For identifying asfactory for arrangedIve had a guy I dated Isnt a category something that stillmarriage incubationwait in my alleyway to try Designed to tick boxesreceives societal hate Imagine being a child- and catch me alone When the news makesAnd zero protection. bride, Continued to harass me you doubt whether peaceOr a war-torn immigrant even after I said no can be accomplished If Gods all loving, Before your secondaryIgnoring consent Without forming fists, Why are we seen asschool graduation, Thinking I would relent Too many mistakes, Subjected to perilousTo him constantly asking if Bombs dropping Forced to face the fate ofjourneys, my parents were home.And dodgy politiciansjailOr ritualistic female dodging being honest. Lynching, genital mutilationSo nowOr the end of a weapon, Youre that child on theI carry a torch when I turn Were all human, Abused in prison, front of Time Magazine - corners So - when did beingOr shot down in the street So, youre plasteredAnd keep keys between different become a deathFor a simple labelironically across thefists sentence? rejection? pages of the Free Nation - Because assaults are most Trans and gay activistsYet youre constantlylikely carried out by our heartlessly slaughtered Were all human, being treated like anexes For not fitting theBut out there enemyAnd were immediately 77'