A Social Disease

My top reviewed pice of poetry, and one of my favorites. Based on a discussion I once had with an old friend.

His eyes met mine
Proverbially, across space crowded with faces
(I saw his hunger)
     And in that somewhat handsome face,
The eyes traveled down.
     And his lips parted slowly,
As though kissing me, or
     Drawing in smoke.

He reconciled the difference,
Did the other sexual math:
no tits=no puss+broad shoulders+painted face=f*g
     And those lips sealed tight.
Offended testosterone rose, engulfed,
     Poisoned the brain.
Out came the word:

"F****t!"

Why?

All excuses aside,
     You saw me,
And wanted something of me,
     until you saw that you could (would)
get
it.

Homophobia
is
offense
at
seeing
one's
own
lusts
Reciprocated.
 

Reviews

[Polly Lewis]

I have no time for people who judge, they usually live in houses of glass and should know better. I love this poem, it expresses the hypocrisy and prejudice still lurking in our "so called" progressive society. Having said all that I truly believe it is what's inside that counts and try as we might we all make snap decisions about other people until we get to know them. It is something I try hard to avoid although occasionally I falter, but I never judge anyone on appearence alone, and I find people who do shallow and abhorrent.

An excellent poem, filled with passion and perception. Very well done indeed!

[Kirke Nix]

A different take on homophobia, and I found this piece absolutely entrancing. Besides the lovely imagery and the formatting (which is paired very well with the writing), I just adored your unique perspective. The lines:

The eyes traveled down.
And his lips parted slowly,
As though kissing me, or
Drawing in smoke.

Won me over completely. I agree with this theory of yours. You wrote it well. I'm trying to think of something to crit, but I'm so infatuated with your words that they just lie flat. I'm going off to read the rest of your works.

[*^*my*beautiful*zelda*l..]

aw, that's true. I know, I'm not a lesbien so I wouldn't know much about being gay. But when you wrote the guy saying "F****t" I felt what you might have felt when that might have happened. It's really sad how people just can't cope with the fact that everyone is human, whether they're gay or not. I have a cousin who's gay, and I'm perfectly fine with that! Hell, my sisters love the guy! But one thing I don't understand is: why do people have to condescend homosexuals? it's not like their bad or anything. Excuse my rambling. This is a very good poem, keep writing! ^_^

[Yvonne Heidt]

Really powerful. I would agree with your definition.

Homophobia
is
offense
at
seeing
one's
own
lusts
Reciprocated.

This is really good writing. Thank you for your honest sharing.