The Unspoken

Batty Boy Words of homophobia songs spilled in the lines of Jamaican songs Now I’m not saying that everyone there has the same mindset But in recent years, I have witnessed people getting killed for A wanting, a desire, an emotion People get slaughtered for being different I never understood normalcy We crave so much to be part of it But at the same time we want to break away from it They say be the originator, the creator, be something else Step outside of the box But me liking men and women Is a little too insane for most people Its sad to see some Jamaican people Suffocating for oppression and they are grasping for acceptance As if it is air that they need to breathe And me, I do nothing What am I suppose to do Hop on a plane walk through Kingston Yell at the top of my lungs that something needs to change No As soon as the words fall from my mouth Bullets of hatred will glide through And I will die in so many ways Its crazy That we fight for equality over here And they fight for the right to live But if you think about it we are all dying each day Day by day by day the media and common bystanders Pick and pick and pick at us Like we are strings of guitar But I don’t have any more songs to play I’m tired of explaining that my bisexuality is not a phase I’m tired of explaining that bisexuality doesn’t equal promiscuity I’m tired of the B & the T being forgotten out of the L & the G I’m just tired of hiding me My Dad doesn’t know that I love the ladies One time I asked him what he thought about Gay people And he said I just don’t care for them As if we are a snack on a shelf that he consistently passes because it didn’t Taste right the first time Well let me tell you something My body is filled with the adjective delicious And the words just right are imprinted on my heart Because I know that that someday We will stop doing nothing