my last nerve – a shitty poem



“the ao3 is a safe space for writers” 

okay but

i am a writer 

with an account on ao3

and i’m telling you

that it’s not a safe space for everyone

considering how much racism towards characters and fans of color

are present


and untagged

on that website

and how many people are bending over backwards to defend the status quo

and have ‘splained the ao3′s inner workings


suggested that fans of color simply hide offensive content

as if racism isn’t subtle 

or accidental

or everywhere

even in fandom

and it’s rarely fucking tagged –

because how can you tag for something you don’t know you wrote?

i am on my last nerve

with you people

and your fears of a slippery slope

and deeming everything

as part of purity wank

or callout culture

on a post talking explicitly about fandom racism.






if ao3 is a safe space for writers

don’t writers of color deserve to be



Cool story bro. I”m a black writer too, though I”m sure you’ll just call me white again because that’s what you do to people you don’t agree with.

And you wonder why we don’t trust you to decide what is racist.

You cry on and on in this poem because you don’t know how to close a tag yet in another post you claim that Trauma stories aren’t your thing. 

No. Listening and caring about other people’s trauma aren’t your thing. You don’t care about other people, you only care about yourself. 

Here’s the thing:

you aren’t a very likable person. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. You have consistently confused “number of angry people shouting with me” as you being on the right side and you are not. 

Your trauma doesn’t apply to me and it does not matter to me. It should not matter to anyone else. 

You aren’t that fucking special and neither are all the other crybabies who don’t know how to close a fucking tab.

grow up or leave. 

Another one. Who are these people? Why are they doing this? That’s also not what this shitty poem is about.

(Also, I’m a super likeable person, thank you very much. It’s something I’ve never understood. People Iike me. I’m going back to my home island for a visit and I know people will literally stop me in the street to talk with me because I am adored and it is like kind of weird.)

Author: Zeenah

Zina writes about comics, nerd history, and ridiculous romance novels when not working frantically on her first collection of short stories and complaining about stuff. One day, she'll settle down and write that novel.