Twofer Tuesday Poetry: I’ve Worn Glasses Longer Than You’ve Been Alive & Persona Non Grata

I’ve Worn Glasses Longer Than You’ve Been Alive

I got my first pair of glasses when I was two
Unlike most small children I kept mine on
I heard all the names and the jokes
Four eyes, goggles, bottle caps, nerd
I’ve had glasses for 30 years
People still think these jokes are new and funny
As I get older, my eyesight improves
The prescription gets better
Everyone else’s eyes are getting worse
Those who made fun of me now need glasses
Poetic justice

Persona Non Grata

There was a time
When my core group of 
Friends were lesbians
And drag queens

No one before
Ever made me feel
So accepted

It’s a different culture
From the rest of
America

But I feel like
An outcast
In any culture

I feel like
A fading dream
On the edge of
Everyone’s mind

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Do People Still Play Board Games? & Gays and Lesbians Are Just Like Straight Men

Do People Still Play Board Games?

Let me sum up my love life
I meet someone, and we get along
We share many interests
I suggest hanging out or a date or something
I’m immediately ignored and avoided
Rinse and repeat
Express interest and get ignored
Sometimes I just want a friend
But everyone keeps avoiding me
I’ll see these people months or years later
They say hi and are nice but nothing more
They don’t acknowledge ghosting me
I guess I wasn’t their type

Gays and Lesbians Are Just Like Straight Men

I have heard gays
And lesbians
Use the same lines
As straight men
The cheesy pickup lines
The inappropriate comments
I’ve heard them say
To men and women
They could fuck them better
Than their spouse
In front of their spouse
I’ve heard of women raping women
And women raping men
And men raping women
And men raping men
The problem
Isn’t just with men

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Severed & The Yellow Bird

Severed

I know a woman
The Woman – 
She sees her family
Once a week
She makes time for them
Always – 

I envy her because
I’ve never known this
My family is scattered
Broken – 
We don’t even call
On birthdays –

The Yellow Bird

I came upon a yellow bird
            Chirping as he played

He led me towards adventures
            But I felt pulled away

I thought he tried to hide something
            What could this bird know
Does he shield me or protect me
            From some unknown horror

This yellow bird made me happy
            That’s all that mattered

One day my little friend was gone
            I saw what he saw
Nothing protected me from these
            Nightmares forgotten

I saw my little yellow friend
            With another child
Leading him away from the pain
            Of abusive parents

The yellow bird helps those in need
            He helps you survive

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.