I KNOW what they were thinking, seeing me
wear a leopard-print shirt.
That I was making some kind of statement,
What next, lipstick – a short plaid skirt?
Conservative society (with a lowercase “c”),
You’ve got to stand down, let people be free.
You validate thugs, to behave how they want.
My advice: mainstream-insiders, just be… nonchalant.
“Ah, but you’re a frilly attention-seeker!”
“You want us to stare and peek.
You’re an introverted wastrel,
An unnatural freak!”
What did I do, I ask, to generate such hate,
To so stick in your craw and exasperate?
I’m just wearing a shirt of a classic design,
No need to pray, for intervention divine.
“That’s an idea! Strike you down, strike you down!”
What response to an attitude such as this?
Since it’s they who free fall,
Into the infernal abyss.
This poem, inspired by a “Hate Crime” experience.
In UK Law, a hate crime definition includes a situation where the offender demonstrates hostility towards the victim based upon the sexual orientation – or the presumed sexual orientation, of the victim.