I have never felt the freedom to make a declaration to haters,
So I will unshackle my tongue and say FUCK YOU!

Stop asking your questions,
Stop with your speculations,
Cuz I will confirm it for you.
I am gay,
But will let you know,
I’m not a faggot,
Not a freak,
Not a fruitcake,
Or a punk.
You can kiss my strawberri,
If you don’t understand,
Cuz I’m none of the above.

You can’t memorize me with your looks,
Your mugging and your staring,
Cuz it’s guaranteed that my security cameras on my skin will be on alert,
Blocking you immediately like this was MySpace.

I’ve walked past mega bulletin boards with tacked post-it notes,
That paint criticism of who I am in handwritings difficult to decipher,
Resembling hieroglyphics.
And it becomes seen,
Causing the surrounding public to bring out their confetti,
Sprinkling glitter and dressing the earth in drag,
In the celebrations that homosexuality is,
Has been,
And forever will be abnormal.

Pause…

What the fuck??

If I’ve learned anything from my self taught lessons,
Still fresh in my mind from Divo 101 class,
It’s shutting up motherfuckers and shutting down Jezebels,
Making sure mosquitoes that carry West Nile fly straight into their mouths.

It took me long enough to state who I am with pride.
I’ve cut velvet ropes to smash barriers created by the narrow-minded.
I am the eclectic strawberry that thumps remixed jazz in your cerebellum,
That writes rainbow haikus on your tongue simultaneously.
I’ve played patty cake with Jesus,
Ate hummus with Allah,
Sat in Indian-style with Buddha,
Skipped to my lou with a Hindu on the yellow brick road,
While reincarnating into a black panther.
I run into motherfuckers that weren’t meant to be created in a woman’s womb,
But were meant to be aborted,
Having their remains used for solar energy,
Cuz they keep telling me how I should be…
When what they saying ain’t nothing but monkeyshit.

One day, my honorary motherfucker,
You shall have your own struggle,
Cuz you keep filibustering in your own senate,
About how you disapprove of me,
Wanting to make me illegal when you don’t know me.
Therefore I will insult you so bad,
That my words will drop heavy,
Causing strange menstrual cycles to develop in the capital of your genitalia,
Creating 56-day periods strumming inside you,
Plus erectile dysfunction.

I hereby reject your revolution
Cuz it will not be scribbled in this notebook,
Projected from this microphone,
Tattooed on this skin,
Or kissed by these lips,
Cuz I am greater than your revolution.

So I will continue to unshackle my tongue and say FUCK YOU!
I’m not a faggot,
Not a freak,
Not a fruitcake,
Or a punk.
You can kiss my strawberri,
If you don’t understand,
Cuz I’m none of the above.

Not a faggot,
Not a freak,
Not a fruitcake,
Not a punk.
None of the above.

Do you get the point?
Good… Now shut the fuck up.