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I.





I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU



You who judge me fro one person’s fetish,

    To be a leather, dungeon “Daddy”.

You who simplifies me into some exclusive, conclusive ideation

    

OF WHO I AM.



You don’t seem to see,

That it is ME,

Who pumps big dollars into you high tech corporate accounts

Of your economic machinery.



I AM YOUR BREAD AND BUTTER!



DO NOT DISMISS ME, I AM A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH.



For ages the “dungeons” you’ve judged me by…

Are just as heinous as the priests and clergy

Who stand at the gates of the churches and synagogues,

Pointing fingers at me…

Wailing for me to repent some demon,

To repent some shame.

Don’t you see that your churches are just another form of



OPPRESSION...



A dungeon, none the less.



Who, now, is calling the kettle black?

Why do you sequester God when Christ came forth for both..

    THE JEW AS WELL AS THE GENTILE!



What will you say to God,

When my spiritual feeding you were tasked to do,

Pours like sacramental wine onto the ground.





II.



You get spooked, scared, panicked

Over my simple desire to wed my same sex partner.



You who guard the Constitution,

The Law of the Land,

As if it is yours solely.



But it’s been…

    Fought for…

    Bled for…

    Paid for…

By every ethnicity, creed, race, religion, sex, and yes…



By us Queers as well.



You take provision in a document for yourself…

When it is…



FOR THE PEOPLE

OF THE PEOPLE

BY THE PEOPLE



You interpret the constitution law,

To the point that it is directly made into a double standard.

You ban equality of rights on one hand…

But spout off dime lines,

From your wooden nickel faces,

That praise your efforts of accepting diversity…



Is your shoulder sore...

From all those pat’s on the back you give yourself?

You are such a good American.



What happened to:



“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men

are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator

with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are

Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness—“





What life have I,

IF I HAVE TO DIE OVER AND OVER AGAIN…

              Matthew Sheperd

              Harvey Milk

              Brandon Teena

              Claudia Brenner

              Rebecca Wright

JUST TO PROVE A POINT YOU REFUSE TO HEAR,

BUT IS PLAIN AS THE WRITING ON THE WALL.

What liberty do I have…

         When you can somehow keep Church & State

                   SEPARATE…

         But you lunge a the “Good Book”

          DOUBLE-STANDARDING

Your way into victimizing me…

Just like the Dictators you oust---

    But won’t hold yourselves accountable to!



What if I judged the “whole” of you…

ALL elected officials…

TO BE GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT…

Just because of one’s president’s infidelity.



SURE, he repented—

But once a cheater, always a cheater…right?



YOU JUDGE ME…

         Without any reservation,

         Without hesitation,

         Just to believe I have nothing redeeming.





What happiness do I have?



I take all my power from you,

To define my happiness.

I reserve the right...

Retaining a single vestige of my FREE SPEECH, to tell you…



FUCK OFF!



I will fight you…

Your arrogance galvanizes me,

I will take the rod of justice,

And smite you down with your own damned faults…

         Your Pride,

         Your Hate,

         Your Vanity,

         Your Greed.



Then after I have pulverized you,

Into the dust under my shoe,

I will watch you squirm.

I will watch you beg.



And when…and ONLY when I can hear

         The Matthew Sheperd’s

         The Harvey Milk’s

         The Brandon Teena’s

         The Claudia Brenner’s

         The Rebecca Wright’s



WHISPER IN MY EAR…



Will I pick you up,

Dust you off,

Embrace you,

And call you my “brother”…



My “Father’s Prodigal Son”.