"Hey, are you a Dyke or a Faggot?"

This post is about a poet that writes poems close to my heart. I have never really introduced her 'cause I was thinking that no one would be interested in poetry especially when it's American because I can understand that some people have difficulties understanding American accent. However, I hope you do try to understand what she say 'cause every time I listen to her, it leaves me in awe. I will literally have my jaw dropped and by the end of my poem I'll be smiling.

Her accent is understandable to me but she speaks really fast. Even I need to refer to the actual poem to understand what she say sometimes. So I will post the poem below the video for you guys to refer to.. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

It was the type of quiet that twitched like fire,

Naplam silence
It was the tick, tick, tick before the bomb,
but without the bomb or the tick will they looked me over

they're parental lenses five feet thick

Protection from the glare of the mutated form that was once their

Sweet, Little, Daughter.

They wore their smiles like condoms
I curled myself into the least viral form I could think of,
held back a cough, and asked for a glass of water
Silence here, but in their eyes:

"This ain't no Jerusalem girl, ain't no messiah here gonna go feeding no leper."

Silence.

"You're 25 years old, where the fuck's your diamond ring? "

Silence.

"Ain't no wonder they all look at you.

Wash your hair,

take that metal shit out of your face,

you dress like you live in the streets for fuck's sake and

Why the hell are you sittin' like you got a cock between your legs?"

Silence.

"Ain't no wonder you don't have a ring.

I'm aware not saying just any boy's gonna do
Don't you ever bring home

no spick,

no nigger,

no hippie,

no jew,

no long-haired faggot flipping his flaming little wrists,

I'll tie him to the fence myself."

Silence.

"Oh now look at you.

Acting like you're all scarred!

Like you've been doing some hard time seeing to get your mommy and daddy to call to bawl about some BITCH gone and broke your heart?"

Silence.

"You and your fucking heart.

I would have torn it apart myself years ago

Had I know you would use it to put this family through hell.

You got something to say to us?

You're just fucking bag it.

Do you have any idea what it's like

For us to walk through Walmart with the whole town knowing

Our daughter's a FAGGOT?"

"...you mean dyke."

"What?"

"You. Mean. DYKE.
And I've got, she's got, we've got

The 12 inch cock, harness, and ready to prove it.

Do you think I've got five minutes to waste

in the rates of your picket fence

right wing pedophile preacher finish-line?

I don't think so.

Your ignorance bores me,

and I wouldn't suck a dick,

a real one,

anymore then I'd take a ring from some prick

who thinks my clit sits a foot inside my body,

give me a break."

I'm gonna wait until this end of the sea.
Waterfall of woman's spilling over me

and her sexy self dancing in the poles of the lines

of my outstretched thighs

until our two bodies as one

beat down all you've done

or ever will do

with your righteous republican sanctity.

I don't believe in your goodness,

with your should that's and should this.

I'm so tired of even wasting my breath,

my ink on this shit.

I just wanna shut my mouth now and maybe

roll my words smooth and easy

over a perfect picture of beautiful,

because there's

so
much
beautiful.

But I can't touch you

when your ignorance keeps dismembering

every piece of patients I have left,

and I can't help but wake every morning

remembering a front page clipping of a boy

from Wyoming who had his face stained red

by the hands the of two products who tied him

and beat him and left him for dead

and when they found his body,

through all the blood

the only clear skin on his whole face you could see

were those lines on his cheeks

that his tears had washed clean.

And that might be crime you would never do

but those killers had teachers and preachers and neighbors like you,

so don't fuck with me.

I was your sweet little girl

when you were sweet to me,

so don't expect me to listen to

your version of right.

I've got ears of my own,

I spent years on my own.

You say one more thing I don't like,

you say one more THING I don't like,

I'm driving to Walmart myself hanging up a fifty foot billboard that says "Mark and Shirley's daughter Andrea is a FUCKING DYKE."