I cross my legs too narrow
The comfort-constricting sissy TV camera takes note
If you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear.
I squeeze into the blindspot when I expand into more space
Baggy maroon shirt, billowing from a thin frame.
The systems are alerted;
Red fag, red flag
The red surrenders to white.
I now see the obsolescence
Faulty cameras only record in black and white.
No longer under jurisdiction
Gay and free from oppressive gaze
Garish rainbow garments worn with pride.