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To The Harvey Milks of The World

February 28, 2019

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Why
must you assume who someone is?

She dances like a swan, gracefully grazing the water, but you tell her that only the weak are slaughtered.

Her playlist is home to millions of songs,
but you shove country down her throat in order for you two to get along.

Horror movies and gore leave her wanting more, but you force her to adore romance on the seashore, that the man is the one she should go for–

No.

These things are easily forgotten and ignored.
But what's killing her softly is
your lingering
eyes. 

It's the questions like
"Why?" and
"Are you sure?" and
"Is it a phase?" and
"Are you hoping for a cure?" that leave her
numb.

Because her heart's love for males is inconsistent
doesn't mean she is nonexistent.

She can hear your whispers,
echoes of death threats. 
She can feel your fingernails,
dragging her back to the closet.
But she doesn't flinch at your hatred towards her love for females
because this is what she has always known.

She doesn't have to show you her pain.
She doesn't have to be a puppet in your play.
This is her game–and she will overcome.
She knows in the end we are all the same:
a heart, two lungs, a brain, millions of veins, and DNA.
What divides us is ourselves.

Why
must you assume who someone is?
Why
do you choose who to fix?
Why
is Harvey Milk a name that never sees your lips?
Why
have you forgotten about June 26th?
Why
can't you accept that sexual orientation should not be in politics?
Just because she's gay doesn't mean she can't love.

Love is love.

And to
us,
there is nothing she falls short of.
This is a poem written for my creative writing class’s poetry slam. Our prompt was to respond to social problem that affects us.

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3 Comments
  • N.

    Ah the rhymes are perfect in this! AND it reads beautifully. Stellar work :)


    9 months ago
  • The Bubbling Pen

    Poetry slam indeed :) I can really feel the passion in your piece and there is so much heart and thought that I can feel <3


    10 months ago
  • a sprig of pink

    Wow. this is beautiful, absolutely perfect for a poetry slam. these words are true, and they hit home for me.


    10 months ago