Do you see me?
Do you hear me?
Do you understand
this feeling suffocating my mind, my heart and my emotional
stability every time you spit the hatred of your
misunderstanding
in the face
of my name by calling me…a faggot.
I was born this way so how dare you say
I’ve chosen to live this way; why would I chose
to be abused
by the fists of the confused
who can’t grasp the fact that my genetics
formed the molecules of my heart
and how dare you call me queer
just because I stand here
on the corner where
tears have marched for equality and where
the rights to love has stood in protest
for the freedom to wed/so why don’t you care?
There is no amount of force that can keep me
hidden and smothered inside a closet
with no air; there are not enough chains that can strangle
me inside a chamber afraid to be who I am
so go ahead and stare or is that your fear
calling me a faggot.
You called him a faggot; an eleven year old
with a happy smile who played on the playgrounds
of judgment with no protection from the laugher; no one to protect
him from difference giggling at his reflection.
He was so young but you told him he couldn’t
be because he was not what society wanted to see
so he hung his life so he could be free
and you called him a faggot; a college student
with a future giving in to his attraction.
He could’ve been/should’ve been a leader
an inventor or the first gay president
but all his dreams drowned when your ridicule
and embarrassment took precedent
evicting himself from being a resident
in your shelter of hostility.
I was born this way and so were they;
so how dare you say we choose to live this way
and be murdered every day by the bullets
of closed mindedness flying array. But I will stand strong
for them; I will be strong for them;
I will define strength for them
and I will never surrender to your ignorance
so I dare you to call me a faggot.
© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan
wow !!!! very powerful, moving, earthshattering piece..... very impressing writing T, very impressive indeed !!!!
ReplyDeleteT - As always an impressive write. I read this and it reminded me of somethings I had written for a friend when she was coming out:
ReplyDeleteDon’t Tell Me Who to Love
I didn’t ask your opinion
This didn’t just happen
Respect me for who I am
I was scared shitless
I lived in someone else’s world
One that didn’t exist for me
I made choices for others
Took the easy way
But I was wrong
Now I chose a different path
One others may say is less perfect
One not always easy
But it’s my world
I don’t care about the challenges
I long instead for the perfect moments ahead
I desire each surprise
Know what I am doing is finally right
I’m not afraid
Realize the bravery it took
To enter this new world
To expose myself and my heart
Accept me as I go along
Catch me when I fall
Be there to watch my back
Hold your comments
Support my decisions
But ….Don’t you dare tell me who to love
You are YOU Tarringo! This is always what I see..my heart breaks for all the kids who lost their lives this year. I listened to Ricky Martin on Larry King this week talk about all the stigma and deaths,I think he expressed, he was born this way as You and how hard it is to fight who you are at the core ..what damage this does , then to be hurt , denied , abused for "being" for breathing well you wrote this powerfully and it has to end.. I love this
ReplyDeleteI am blessed to be able to go to a civil union of marriage in Canada in two weeks for frends and then in May we shall Party. This is my wish for you when love comes your way.. Peace Blessings
Love you much
@DMD...thank you very much and for reading!!
ReplyDelete@David..thank you and for the poem...wow!
@Maria..thank you for the continuing support and yes I am and will always be ME