You used the word “You”

Not “gay people”

so this isn’t business-it’s personal.

.

A personal attack

in a fucking Wendy’s

.

So deeply personal

Because your people

who used to be my people

are attacking my people

are attacking me

.

Through their smug smiles

Convinced god has set them apart

Set them

Above

.

I would never say I’m a Christian

It’s kind of hard to identify with a faith

That sees you as demonic

Upending the family

And God

By existing

.

I’m just a kid

No.

I am a woman

Sitting in Wendy’s

with too  many words

logical arguments

and valid views

That would never measure up 

To your faith, and divine knowledge 

That I am fundamentally wrong

.

I am yours

and you are mine

and I deserve better than this.

.

I stare at the pieces of my white straw wrapper

I wonder what my wedding will look like

If I’ll have to cut you out of my children’s lives

You know me, mom

I am so much like you-

and I would never

let someone tell my children

there was something wrong with their family

my family.

Would never let them be around someone

who pursed her lips

slammed doors when I held my wife’s hand

.

I don’t negotiate

Neither do you.

And I hope I don’t have to leave you

Sitting alone in some proverbial Wendy’s

To hold onto myself.