I hate HOMOPHOBIA
I hate SEGREGATION
I hate WAR
I hate BULLIES
I hate AGEISM
I hate DISABLEISM
I hate LINGUICISM
I hate SEXISM
I hate TRANSPHOBIA
I hate EMPLOYMENT DISCRIMINATION
I hate RELIGIOUS DISCRIMINATION
I hate RACIAL SEGREGATION
I hate SLAVERY
I hate STEREOTYPING
I hate PREJUDICE
I hate GENOCIDE
I hate ADULTISM
I hate CHILD ABUSE
I hate WOMAN ABUSE
I hate POVERTY
I hate ALCOHOLISM
I hate UNEMPLOYMENT
I hate PEER PRESSURE
I hate CONSCRIPTION
I hate DRUG ABUSE
I hate IGNORANCE
I hate a lot of things... but does that make me a bad person?
But yes, every person of colour will experience racism.
No, not every man is sexist.
But yes, every woman will experience sexism.
No, not every straight person is homophobic.
But yes, every gay person will experience homophobia.
No, not every cis-gendered person is transphobic.
But yes, every transgender person will experience transphobia.
Enough with your 'not every's.
Because, yes every.
Me, alone in my room
All lights off, just wondering
What will I be when I’m older
I can’t see myself at all, it’s scary
It’s as if I won’t ever be older than I am
I just can bring myself to see myself as a grown woman
I don’t see myself as a teenage girl either
I feel I would be happier as a boy
But I can’t bring myself to do it
My family would think I’ve gone mad
They could abandon me
That would be the final trigger
The one that would shot the bullet
Maybe that’s why I can’t see myself
Because I won’t exist if I don’t do something
All day, being asked about my gender by strangers
Asked when I’ll be bringing home a boyfriend
Asked why I don’t go work at the restaurant next door
They’re hiring waitresses after all
Asked why I don’t get into the female soccer team
It’s my favorite sport after all
Asked why I’m so afraid to wear a dress
Asked why I want to
He put up with slander
From whom he thought loved him
From whom birthed him
Forced through a game of dress up
Making sure to never mess up
He played this game
Yet whispered his name
His name was Zander
Tears fall from whom he did not know
From whom he let go
From whom who voice him
From whom heard him
His name was Zander
And refused to play this game
He shouted loudly his name
Refused to be the blame
For the the hatred and malice
From whom he thought was nice
Hearts as cold as ice
Frozen over unfeeling
Voices that will be heard
His name was Zander
Who will be remembered
By whom he loved
By Whom that loved him
By whom that only know his name
That name which is Zander
they cried at child birth.
I cried too,
being exposed to this cold cis-centric chill; the bite of the bitter binary.
They "awww"-ed and "ooo"-ed at my cries
dismissing it to just the adjustment one makes from one world to the next.
But the cries went on.
They quietened down as time went on --
so soft I couldn't even hear them
But that feeling hung on.
But the cries crescendo-ed
and couldn't stay in
I yelled out:
"A girl? No, you were mistaken."
"It's a boy now" they wish they could cry
"But it's not that simple..." I try to protest.
But just as the first cries were lulled into submission
the same to happen again.
If I could just make it easier, just let them announce one simple sentence --
One simple sentence to encapsulate my being
And then be told whom I'm allowed to be.
But you see, that's the first problem
The simplicity they seek;
Gender was never simple, not a two way street
More like the Arc de Triomphe, where many avenues meet.
You cannot see
That the way I dress
is really me
It's not a phase
I'm passing through
It's myself I'm being
You doubt my word
You shrug it off
You say I'm selfish
You mock and scoff
Call it foolish
Think it strange
But who I am
you cannot change
You can't set the boundary
When everything comes to nothing at all
We will rise to meet the call
You can burn us
You can flay us
Rip us down and still betray us
But who decides who's right and who's wrong
Who are you to tell me where I belong
Don't you dare tell me what's correct
I'm not a transgression
I'm not a defect
I'm so much more than you will ever know
More than you could understand
Because you'll never see me
Exactly as I am
Let love be blind but love be true
Let love be all you say and do
When all that's left to do is fight
Lead the way, burn through the night
Be nothing less but who you are
Be the light within the dark
Stand together, you and I
Be as one and touch the sky
We know anger and we know pain
We've had enough, we've gone insane
We see the sunrise and watch it set
We know heartache and regret
Happiness and misery
Beauty and hypocrisy
We have patience, we have fears
We can bleed and we shed tears
We can cry and laugh and dance
Rogan: We're talking personal insult on the scale of, "You sleep with your mother and eat babies."
Sneak: Only scarier, because it's a lot easier to prove or disprove you eat babies than that you're doing something bigoted.
Rogan: We haven't faced every bigotry the world has to offer--otherwise, we would be dead. However, I'd like to think we've faced enough to be able to write on it.
Sneak: The first thing to remember is, if you do something bigoted, it doesn't make you evil. It means you have to work on your behavior. That's it. So don't take it as a personal attack!
Rogan: Everyone got their big girl panties on?
Sneak: Aye aye, captain!