Some like it straight:
When they draw their lines
They whip out their rulers;
I don’t use mine.
My lines are squiggles,
They’re curvy and strange,
But nobody cares
About lines on a page.
They let me draw the way I want,
Whether my lines are straight-edged or not.
Some like it straight:
Their coffee is black.
With sugar or cream
They’d spit it right back.
But I can’t stand coffee
It’s boring, it’s bland,
Unless we add something
To make it taste grand.
They let me drink in my own way.
My coffee is milky brown each day.
Some like it straight:
They put woman with man,
And no one can change
Their “perfect” plan.
Women are great,
But at the end of the day,
I just bend
The other way.
They let me draw my squiggly lines,
They let me dilute my coffee with cream.
So why is it now that they suddenly seem
To care if I choose their straightened way,
Or to squiggle, to sweeten, and choose to be gay?
wow!! there are so many great things to point out here. first and most obvious, your play on words. that's always fun, to twist and contort. your main theme was also of interest. though i have little experience with such, i do not believe in discriminating, regardless of circumstances. and then i was just amazed at how you pulled very opposite ideas together to have one point. amazing mind that has overflowed onto this page. good work!
MR