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