Locker Room

Referred to as a gay man's paradise

A straightman wonderland

Where I will stare with delight

At any man

No matter the brand

 

Cause they think they're all so fine and macho

Thinking every gay guy wants to take a "dip of their nacho"

Your arrogance is unbecoming.

 

See I don't sit and stare

Undress, shower, get dressed

That's my schedule.

 

I don't get a hardon

Just cause you ain't got no clothes on

 

I don't get distracted

By the flashes

Of dicks and asses

 

But an ounce of fear

Cause if someone here hears

That I adhere

To a homosexual sexuality

 

They start to get antsy,

Anxious,

Apprehensive,

Confused.

 

"Can I really change right next to that dude?"

"He might— you know. He might stare."

"Yeah bro, you should probably go change over there."

 

Coupled with my chestnut skin

I can’t win

Seems sex manifests

like Santa’s elves grin

 

How do I exist in talks of sheets

When my mind, my body, my skin

Seem so unique

 

How long until people get

That I am gay

not blind or dumb

That I really don't think sleeping with you will be that fun

 

Until they stop sexualizing me

Stop sexualizing us.

I don't give a fuck who you fuck

With me you wouldn't have the luck

 

So assuming my mind

is occupied with dreams of aching sweaty behinds

Well that's just a lie

 

My story of intentionality

False perceptions I hope it denies

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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