“Ode to the little queer boy of color”
You say you wanna fuck me
whisper in my ear and convert
sacred wind to seduce and attempt
to make cock, ass and mouth
available for the night.
You say and make claim
“hot little Latin”
tell me you like “Hispanics”
expect to gain a response
of satisfaction, of content
of validation.
Say you want dick,
you hope to bend me over
make moans.
Reduce my love cries
to assimilated, conditioned
cries for you.
Another brown body
To celebrate and brag
to your friends about
the piece of ass you had
last night, last week.
Say that I’m the exception
the one who’s “different”
the one who stands out
above all the rest.
Make promises that break down
my insecurities and doubts.
Say that you will
save me
from the distance and shame
of my family
From the loneliness
each and every night.
When solitude becomes a familiar friend.
From the concerns and risks
of life-changing illness-HIV/AIDS
Promises too readily offered
without any concern for the
emotional collateral damage
you know you will leave.
From a wreckage
Where passerby slow down,
Bare witness and cast judgement.
And when you leave
as fast as you came
how much will I have to pay?
How many other men that
come into my life
will pay for your crimes?
Like the colonizer
of your ancestry
you take, consume,
make claim to territory
and have others pay for your crimes
(An unwritten history) repeats itself.
