YOU'VE PLACED UPON US
January 21, 2008
© Fred Dumpling. Redistribution is prohibited.
I am not gay. I am not straight.
I am not bi-, pan-, a-, trans-,
or any label you place upon me,
or maybe I am, but that's for me to decide.
Does it matter to you? Do I affect you at all?
Sorry, but you're not that hot, and I'm not that interested.
As Jonathan loved David, as meat loves salt,
platonically, romantically, fraternally, sororally,
as we stand, as we cry, as we crawl, as we laugh,
we're defined by our sexes. — Everyone's equal?
Yeah, right. Go, sexism. Rock on.
Rally your picket. Quote your book.
Mind my business if it'll make you feel better.
I'll stand right here. I'll be myself.
I'll hear you, silent, because I have no voice,
or if I do, bellow, and not be felled.
We'll carry our brothers when they fall to you.
We'll weep at the world that refuses the change,
but don't worry about us. Don't worry at all.
This is our cross to bear;
don't you trouble yourself.