The day the gays danced the hate awayA Poem by M. ShepherdWho showed up at the gay pride parade in Portland this year? None other than several members of the Westboro Baptist Church carrying signs saying "God Hates You"
They showed up unceremoniously,
trudging in from the swamps of God's scabrous, tortured soul sporting their ignorance like a sagging toupee undulating their skyscraping signs celebrating the glory of god's hatred for the technicolored merrymakers wearing their love like hemoglobin dispersing life to life itself like cherry chapstick smooching the sun til it blushed, pasties and tassels multicolored flags and sunglasses, sateen and sinewed salacious and sun-kissed, radiant mermen and merwomen and nongendered merpeople swimming and prancing about the grasses a bicycle chariot pulled up and blasted "Where is the love?" by the Black Eyed Peas and the "knuckledragging mouthbreathers" as my bartender would fume later, ironically, hating, couldn't locate the love. Seemingly it had been beaten out as wide eyed children their ranting preachers and raging fathers like tanks steamrolling the hearts right out of them, toothpaste guts, but, that day the gays swayed with their pride, their parade, they'd been hated, hunted, gunned down in numbers in Orlando, not 7 days before. The least injury, perhaps, being spat on, pride kicked off them like a sweaty blanket, but not this day. This day they would pray to their own god. A god who knew hatred to be tasteless, archaic, gaudy, passé, dull as a tennis ball. A god who knew where the love can be found, which is anywhere, really, if you look for it. A victory for the gays that day, that the hate packed up its sacks of venom and slunk back to its grotto. And there was more dancing, more merrymaking but I couldn't have been the only one whose stomach sucked peach pits til sick knowing they hadn't learned a thing. © 2019 M. ShepherdAuthor's Note
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Added on June 21, 2016Last Updated on November 4, 2019 AuthorM. ShepherdPortland, ORAboutLate bloomer and shy of sharing I'm ever reticent to reveal But here I am, ready. more..Writing
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