StereotypesAll right people, time to tell you about stereotypes:"Oh, you're Jewish, you must have a big nose."Yes, it is so big that I can play it like a flute."You must have a tail and horns."Well, duh. Can't you see I have hair and bottoms? I am obviously covering them."You must have a lot of money"Yes, of course. Don't you see my giant mansion and rolls royce?"Oh, you're bi. You must be confused."Yes, of course. Because it's not like anyone else is confused about their sexuality EVER.""You must want to be different."Yes. I love it when I get bullied and hated for my sexuality. It's so much fun!"You must be very promiscuous."Duh, don't you see all the people I've had relationships with? All zero of them."Oh, you're white, you must...""Oh, you're part Canadian, you must..."SHUT UP.Sarcasm can only go so far to cover up my hatred of stereotypes. And how much they can hurt. So please, for the love of pete just stop.
Stop StereotypesI support gays/lesbians, so I must be one tooI wear a lot of black, so I must be emoI do good in school so I must be a nerdI'm not religious so I must secretly worship SatanI listen to screamo/metal so I must cut myselfI like anime/manga so I must be immatureI support gays/lesbians because they have every right to be who they want to beI wear a lot of black because I want to. My style, my lifeI do good in school because I want to have a good job and lifeI'm not religious because I believe in scienceI listen to screamo/metal because it's good musicI like anime/manga because it's awesome STOP STEREOTYPES!
UnspokenAs I sit there in class,I hear insults."That's so gay.""Shut up, faggot."I keep my mouth shut.I don't want to be "that girl."The arguing escalates,The teacher ignores it.I clench my fist,I clench my teeth.Don't say anything,I tell myself.I am angry,Not at those people.I am angry,At myself.I do not stand up for myself,I ignore it because I am scared.I do not stand up for myself,I am too worried about my image.I do not stand up for myself,But those who are rude, do.They stand up for themselves,They are the ones speaking.I am the one in silence,Not them.
The Sickness of HomosexualityThe Sickness of HomosexualityI will tell you what sickens me: people pointing fingers and waving pitchforks like some sort of medieval mob people throwing punches and kicking kids already curled up on the sidewalkpeople convinced that to be a queer is a crime,