Dear straight people Who do you think you are? Do you have to make it so obvious that I make you uncomfortable? Do you know that makes me uncomfortable? Now we’re both uncomfortable.
Dear straight people You’re the reason we stay in the closet. You’re the reason we even have a closet, I don’t like closets But you’ve made the living room an unshared space And now I’m feeling like a guest in my own house.
Dear straight people Sexuality and gender: two different things, Combined in many different ways, If you mismatch your socks you’ll understand.
Dear hip hop Why’re you so fascinated with discovering gay rappers? Gay people rap, Just like gay people ride bikes and eat tofu.
Dear straight people I don’t think God has a sexual orientation But if she were straight she’d be a dope ally, Why else would she invent rainbows?
Dear straight women - I mean ‘straight’ women, Leave me the fuck alone.
Dear straight men If I’m flirting with you it’s because I think it’s funny, Just laugh.
Dear straight people I’m tired of having to prove my love is authentic So I’m calling for reparations on your asses. When did you realise you were straight? Who taught you? Did it happen because your parents are divorced? Did it happen because your parents are not divorced? Did it happen because you sniffed too much glue in fifth grade?
Dear straight people Why do I have to prove my love is authentic? Why do I have to prove my love is authentic? Why do I have to prove my love is authentic?
Dear straight people Why do you have to stare at me When I’m holding my girlfriend’s hand like I’m about to rob you?
Dear straight people You make me want to fucking rob you.
Dear straight allies Thank you, More please.
Dear straight bullies You’re right, we don’t have the same values, You kill everything that’s different, I preserve it. Tell me, What happened to Jorge Mercado? Sakia Gunn? Lawrence King? What happened to the souls Alienated between too many high school walls Who planned the angle of their death in math class, Who imagined their funerals as ticker tape parades, Who thought the after life was more like an after party? Did you notice that hate is alive and well in too many lunch rooms? Taught in the silence of too many teachers, Passed down like second hand clothing from too many parents.
Dear queer young girl I see you, You don’t want them to see you So you change the pronouns in your love poems to 'him’ Instead of 'her’. I used to do that.
Dear straight people You make young poets make bad edits.
Dear straight people Kissing my girlfriend in public without looking to see who is around Is a luxury I do not fully have yet, But tonight I am drunk in my freedom, Wrap her hand on the busiest street corner in Philadelphia, Zip my fingers into hers and press our lips firmly Until we melt their stares into a standing ovation, Imagine that we are in a sea of smiling faces even when we’re not, And when we’re not we start shovelling, Digging deep into each others eyes we say “Hey baby ain’t nothing can stop us tonight, 'Cause tonight this world is broken and we are the only thing That’s gonna keep it together”.