O how I love to hate

no,

not everyone

and seasons changed my thoughts

Hippies once

my mother often

my ass hole brother,

more often.

But lately

it seems

the Homophobe occupies

a lot of mental space

I conjure up

conversations

full of brilliant wit

and academic excellence.

I dream of proving them wrong

exposing their fear

their bigotry

and their hypocrisy

Why do I waste my time?

My mental energy?

Do I simply

just like to hate them?

Nope.

The homophobe’s words, actions and deeds

inflict pain

Pain on those I hold so dear

I fear my strategy of avoidance

is not sustainable

So

I will paint my face with brilliant rainbows

Proudly make my position clear

raise my hand

daring conversation

For As For Me and My God

We will love the Queer