Poems, Self-Determination

Poem: Here is the joke about being me; LGBTQIA+

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LGBTQIA +

is what they want us to say now

Here is the joke about being me:

L

I was labeled as a LESBIAN as a teen in school

G

I am labeled as GAY now, as a man married to a man

B

I was labeled BI-SEXUAL too, because at one time I did not know

and was QUESTIONING

T

Medical doctors have called me TRANSGENDER

First they blocked it, now I inject it

Q

QUEER….hmmmm now that is a good one

Yup, been called that too

Since I won’t fit into your two boxes nicely

I

I am an INTERSEX PERSON

…not a disorder of sexual development

and

Surely not as glamorous as a hermaphrodite

A

Yup….I know that one too, I was ASEXUAL for a while, when I got so sick

+

Plus

Ready at any time for something new to be thrown at me…

This world’s labels are a joke to me…

just one more thing to say…

some good….

some bad….

to divide us

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Once again, sometimes the words to a song are just too darn perfect.
So, this poem is dedicated to FOSTER THE PEOPLE – Call it WHAT YOU WANT

 

LYRICS:
“Call It What You Want”
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want
Yeah, we’re locked up in ideas
We like to label everything
Well, I’m just gonna do here what I gotta do here
‘Cause I gotta keep myself free
You’re ducking and moving just to hide your bruises from all your enemies
And I’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from your expectancies
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah, you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back (just sayin’)
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want
You’ve taken your words and you take your judgments
And stick them onto everything
If it don’t conform to what you were born into,
Then you run the other way
You say, “now what’s your style and who do you listen to?” who cares?
Well, that rat race ladder-climbing fake-face smile’s got nothing on me
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah, you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back (just sayin’)
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just
Call it what you want
Call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Call it what you want

~.V.~

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