This poem begins with a quotation
“love is love is love is love.”
Found on any Pride Parade t-shirt.
Some of us love like broken records
like prairies, like devotions, like hurricanes
like food fights, like drag queens, like tides
like broken bed frames, like monsoons.
Some of us love like sandy beaches.
When you show me a picture of skeletons
and say “I don’t see the difference”
you are saying that I am only bones.
That my muscle and organs, and tissue
and veins, and blood, and brain don’t matter.
You cannot disregard parts of my being
for the sake of your rhetoric, please use all of me.
Placing images of two men or two women
with the words ‘love is love’ over it
not only limits the identity of queer people
to gay and lesbian, but also fails to recognize
the types of love a person experiences.
The way I love a partner is different
from the way I love my mother, is different
from the way I love my best friends,
is different from the way I love my audience.
Love cannot be measured or compared with love.
These statements are intended to show similarities
between people regardless of sexual orientation
or gender. They falsely assume everyone
has the same dreams, while passing over
the life experiences of queer people.
You can’t neglect someone’s sexuality or gender.
When you say love is love you are failing
to recognize your own sexuality and gender
denying my experiences with oppression
and your experiences with privilege.
Some of us are bi-racial bisexuals.
Some of us are polyamourus multisexual.
Some of as are gender confused pansexuals.
Some of us are homo-romantic transgirls.
Some of us are Asian-American lesbians.
Some of us are Latino queer ally’s.
Some of us are white gay men.
Some of us are questioning.
Some of us don’t have the right words
Some of us are outside the language we create.
We are not ghosts you can stare through
we are valid and demand to be seen.
Being blind to the queer community
is a shame mechanism. I want you
to see the rainbow spilling from my mouth,
being gay has colored my experience
the same way a kaleidoscope turns
the world upside down, the same way
the brain changes our perception of
what we see in the mirror, the same way,
the wind creates the landscape of deserts.
Speaking of another person’s sexuality or gender
does not make you ignorant or offensive
it makes you conscious of our differences.
This movement is attempting to say we are all the same
but we are not the same and that is the beauty in humanity.
Christians and Muslims never discuss how they both
believe in one God, a virgin birth, or heaven and hell
instead they kill each other over which is supreme.
Understanding and recognizing differences creates
a safe and welcoming ecosystem where the tenants
of my sexuality are not persecuted into blood and ash.
Some of us love like broken washing machines
like dirty pocket change, like silver spoons,
like mud wrestling, like latex and leather,
like building a house, like we depend on it.
Some of us love with our whole bodies.