"Dear Straight People" - Denice Frohman

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5frn8TAlew0

Dear straight people,
Who do you think you are?
Do you have to make it so obvious that I make you uncomfortable?
Why do I make you uncomfortable?
Do you know that makes me uncomfortable?
Now we both uncomfortable.

Dear straight people,
You're the reason we stay in the closet.
You're the reason we even have a closet.
I don't like closets, but you made the living room an unshared place, and now I'm feeling like a guest in my own house.

Dear straight people,
Sexuality and gender, two different things, combined in many different ways.
If you mismatch your socks you understand.

Dear hip hop,
Why are you fascinated with discovering gay rappers?
Gay people rap.
Just like gay people ride bikes, and eat tofu.

Dear straight people,
I don't think god is a sexual orientation, but if she were straight, she'd be a dope ally.
Why else would she invent rainbows?

Dear straight women,
I mean 'straight' women.
Leave me the fuck alone.

Dear straight men,
If I'm flirting with you, it's 'cuz I think it's funny, just laugh.

Dear straight people,
I'm tired of proving that my love is authentic, so I'm calling for reparations on your ass.
When did you realize you were straight?
Who taught you?
Did it happen because your parents are divorced.
Did it happen because your parents are not divorced?
Did it happen because you sniffed too much glue in 5th grade?

Dear straight people,
Why do I have to prove that my love is authentic?
Why do I have to prove that my love is authentic?
Why do I have to prove that my love is authentic?
Why do you have to stare at me when I'm holding my girlfriend's hand like I'm about to rob you?

Dear straight people,
You make me wanna fucking rob you.

Dear straight allies,
Thank you, more please.

Dear straight bullies,
You're right, we don't have to same values.
You kill everything that's different, I preserve it.
Tell me, what happened to José Mengavo, Tikea Gun, Lawrence King?
What happened to the souls alienated in between too many high school walls, who plan the angles of their deaths in math class.
Who imagine their funerals as ticker tape parades.
Who thought the afterlife was more like an after party.
Did you notice that hate is alive and well in too many lunchrooms.
Taught in the silence of too many teachers.
Passed down like second hand clothing from too many parents.

Dear queer young girl,
I see you.
You don't want them to see you, so you change the pronouns in your love poems to 'him' instead of 'her'.
I used to do that.

Dear straight people,
You make young poets make bad edits.

Dear straight people,
Kissing my girlfriend in public, without looking to see who's around, is a luxury I do not fully have yet.
But tonight, I am drunk in my freedom.
Wrap her hand on the busiest street corner in Philadelphia, zip my fingers into hers, and press our lips firmly, until we melt their stares, into a standing elevation.
Imagine that we are in a sea of smiling faces, even when we're not.
And when we're not, we start shuffling, looking deep into each other's eyes.
We say "hey baby, can't nothing stop this tonight, because tonight this world is broken, and we're the only thing that's going to keep it together."

- Denice Frohman

(((AMEEN)))