I don’t know what to do when I hear it.
It isn’t always harsh, or violent, or loud.
Usually the person says it slow and publicly.
And I just can’t forget it, because they mean it.
I don’t know how to explain what it means.
When I do not exist.
When my people do not exist.
When we are forgotten, we are split.
Our spirits pulled apart from ourselves.
We are torn and you don’t even notice.
I don’t know how to explain what it means.
When we are noticed.
Others.
As the ones too fucking queer to fit in your boxes.
Complicating everything by simply being alive.
Can you help me understand what this is about?
When my self buts up against your reality, you either reshape your world or you reshape me.
I heard it first.
Then I fell.
I heard it and I listen every day.
And I communicate the best I can.
