You think you're being clever
But you aren't.
World history. Tenth grade. Remember that?
Because I do.
We're reading the textbook in class, 11th century Europe.
Specifically the Netherlands.
There's a sinking feeling in my stomach
When you read the word "dike".
And here it comes-
Direct eye contact.
"You'd know all about that wouldn't you?"
I can feel my classmates eyes
They think it's hilarious
The adrenaline hits
But I don't run
I just sink lower in my seat
Their laughter hurts.
You don't do anything about it
Because you started it
And you're proud of your joke at my expense.
But would you still be proud
If you knew how much I fought to say those words out loud
To admit to a bloodthirsty world that I'm gay?
Are you still patting yourself on the back
When my friends who used to compare bras
Shy away from me in the locker room?
Are you still sleeping well at night
When I am no longer invited to sleepovers
Because of stupid misconceptions
That you're perpetuating
With that smug little smile
Just thinking about your own damn reputation
Not worried about mine.
But here's the thing.
I can't go run to a teacher
Tell them what the bully said
Because you are one and the same.
My teacher, the bully.
You're doing a great job of it too.
Teaching by example.
Generation Y under your tender hand.
Growing up thinking it's okay
To pick on the minorities
Because after all, isn't that what makes jokes funny?
So go on ahead, but know this
The hurtful words you say
The ones that you think are funny
Have a much deeper meaning
Those of us who weren't lucky enough to be born like you
White Heterosexual Middle-Class Male - AKA the ruling class
Have thoughts and felings too.