Today, I will tell you the truth.
I’ve hid it long enough.
I smell the rancor and the stank of the lies
that you perpetuate.
The half truths told
when in good company.
½ truths and I’m being generous,
Unlike you.
Your inability to articulate your privilege
or dissect your privilege
or care to.
The stench of your desire
as you lay claim to brown people
our bodies
our minds
always
searching for our soul.
As if you could ever own us, again.
Covet us.
When you are challenged with the truth
The ugliness you show
And demonstrate.
The rage in your eyes
The silence you deliver
I understand your need
for revenge
Cause I don’t act right.
I speak out of turn.
I tell my truth
And
I wasn’t asked.
Will you ever feel our struggle in your soul?
The multiplicity of my being brown
In your struggle
confuses you
So maybe
Never.
You walk past us on the street.
You may lick our ass
You may suck our dick
You may lick our pussy
But you don’t care to know
Our minds
Our desires
Our dreams
Our hopes.
You don’t pick up arms for our struggle.
You let it be our fight.
You assume no one knows hunger
By your side in the LGBT struggle.
Whose equality?
Mostly yours.
Cause the people
Who look like me
Think like me
Behave like me
See the world like me
Won’t know that
Sweetness of justice.
You try to hide the guilt in your eyes.
Trips, clothes, cars
That many of us will never
Know
Or own.
You espouse
Words, ideas
That you care
BUT
Your actions speak
Loud enough for me to know.
When I speak the truth, I hear
The silence.
When I tell you how I feel, I know
The feeling of avoidance.
When I ask for more, you give me
More shame to carry.
I suppress my anger
So you are comfortable
With me at your table.
I internalize my rage of injustice
So you don’t know discomfort.
I internalize my rage
so you won’t know.
Liberal White LGBT activists and their delusions.
Come on,
Tell the truth and shame the devil…
10/13/11
I’ve hid it long enough.
I smell the rancor and the stank of the lies
that you perpetuate.
The half truths told
when in good company.
½ truths and I’m being generous,
Unlike you.
Your inability to articulate your privilege
or dissect your privilege
or care to.
The stench of your desire
as you lay claim to brown people
our bodies
our minds
always
searching for our soul.
As if you could ever own us, again.
Covet us.
When you are challenged with the truth
The ugliness you show
And demonstrate.
The rage in your eyes
The silence you deliver
I understand your need
for revenge
Cause I don’t act right.
I speak out of turn.
I tell my truth
And
I wasn’t asked.
Will you ever feel our struggle in your soul?
The multiplicity of my being brown
In your struggle
confuses you
So maybe
Never.
You walk past us on the street.
You may lick our ass
You may suck our dick
You may lick our pussy
But you don’t care to know
Our minds
Our desires
Our dreams
Our hopes.
You don’t pick up arms for our struggle.
You let it be our fight.
You assume no one knows hunger
By your side in the LGBT struggle.
Whose equality?
Mostly yours.
Cause the people
Who look like me
Think like me
Behave like me
See the world like me
Won’t know that
Sweetness of justice.
You try to hide the guilt in your eyes.
Trips, clothes, cars
That many of us will never
Know
Or own.
You espouse
Words, ideas
That you care
BUT
Your actions speak
Loud enough for me to know.
When I speak the truth, I hear
The silence.
When I tell you how I feel, I know
The feeling of avoidance.
When I ask for more, you give me
More shame to carry.
I suppress my anger
So you are comfortable
With me at your table.
I internalize my rage of injustice
So you don’t know discomfort.
I internalize my rage
so you won’t know.
Liberal White LGBT activists and their delusions.
Come on,
Tell the truth and shame the devil…
10/13/11
