It was a Wednesday night
In the deli section
of Shoprite.

The man behind the counter
Complimented my hair,
Swore he could idealize
the pacific in my eyes,
And tried
To give me his number.

I smiled and said:
"Sorry-
I have a girlfriend."

"What a shame."
"That I'm taken?"
"That you're gay."

I took two steps forward,
Eye brows raised.
Then spun on my heel
As if to say

The biggest symphony
of "F*** you"
The hallelujah chorus
Could contribute.

My bark is just
As big as my bite.
Its why i wish i were
A Bulldyke:
So no one could question
The intention
I hold like a captive in my heart-
Or like her hand
between the sheets.

I sweep
The glass shards of ignorance
Far too often
For my own liking.

And sometimes
I find regiments
Of a broken bottle's ghost,
Torn between my veins.

I smashed the Burnette's vodka
Like putty to my hand.

The blood i lost
Is the cost
Of immortality.

Drunkenness has deceived
my all-too-sober soul.

Yours isn't, though.
Funny how we commend
The repremendment
Of our manic phobia's.

Did i hear an objection,
Before the realization,
That you've kissed the ass
of a feminist?

No.

I cut off my hair to say
That this is the day
Goldie locks is free
Of her curls:

Let The burden of beauty be
No more.

The reward is found
In the score
Of yet another
miss-used pronoun.

The Pronoun's
pro-nounced
"She."

My attributes
didn't seem to confuse
The majority of "he"'s.

The time
I was pulled out of the line
Leading into
The women's restroom
By an angry mother,

I yanked a tampon from my pocket
Shoved it in her face
And politely asked
To resume my place.

I desperately longed
To grab her child by the palm
And lead her far
From taught convictions.

Listen:
I'm not your average church kid.
But that doesn't mean
I haven't lived
In correlation with God.

Maybe you've forgot
The hypocrisy you practice.

The facets of yourself
That weigh heavier than
The crime of sovereignty.

For every bowed knee
That shattered
When all that mattered
Was how fast your faith can fall:

A man at the pulpit
Doesn't know it all.

And neither do you.

You can chew my beating heart,
Suck on it like candy,
And spew it from your holy mouth.

There are closets we all
Must come out.