I Would Change You

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I’m a girl.
You want to know what I would change?
I would change the way you look at me.
And the way you laughed when I defended 
Her,
and him
when they held hands
kissing,
hugging,
sharing each others warmth.
 
I would change the way you were 
deragorty.
And called
him 
and her 
a “fag”
a “homo.”
 
Who are you to judge?
To judge their love for each other.
To judge the love that 
two people
of the same sex 
have for each other?
Who are you 
to take away their rights,
My rights?
Make them feel bad about 
something you 
“don’t approve of”
“feel ‘grossed out’ by.”
They’re doing their own thing,
minding their own business...
you should try it sometime.
 
Go back and reflect
the way you made 
him,
and her,
made me
feel, when you 
tripped them in the hallways,
referenced them as 
faggots,
called them pathetic.
 
Go back and think
about why you do this...
Put yourself in their shoes.
Try to relate.
Be emotional.
Find a heart.
 
No one ever said that 
you have to like it.
No one ever said that 
you have to be comfortable with it.
 
But, now, I’m saying,
you have to understand.
Understand that your terms
your violence
your unfair judgement
hurts these people.
Hurts me.
 
Restrain from being a homophobe.
A person who screams “faggot pussy” 
in the cafeteria
while
he, and he
her, and her 
eat their lunches.
 
Lock yourself in a box,
stare a blank canvas,
and
ask yourself, “did they ask for this?” 
“Did they decide to be gay?”
Find the answer.
 
I’ll tell you right now, the answer is 
NO.
It will always be No.
It took her, him and I a long time to accept it.
Even though
I’m not out of the closet.
I admire the people who are.
I admire their ability to
brush people off
like you.
I admire their strength
and their willingness to endure,
and surpass your terrible, cruel behavior. 
 
 
So,
Stop being ignorant.
Stop bullying.
Stop being anti-gay
anti-same sex love,
anti- same sex marriage.
 
 
We don’t chose who and what we are attracted to.
We just are this way,
and I embrace it. 
I don’t discriminate.
I don’t hate.
I love.
I love her.
And he may love him.
 
I would change you.
You 
hurt, kill, and make her,
him...
me,
feel: rejected,
like an animal,
like a monster,
abornaml.
 
I would change your thoughts,
They
hurt, kill, and make her,
him...
me,
cry.
 

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