I am here.
Like everyone else, I assume I am here to listen to music.
Suddenly – a shove.
You push in front of me. You and your two
gangsta friends. You push yourself in front of me, as if I wasn’t there.
And I don’t react.
Not outwardly. Inside – I am raging.
Time passes and with each minute, the frequency of the hompphobic and misogynist shit that leaves your mouth increases. I’m getting sick from these verbal excretions of yours. I’m gettin sick. From keeping all of this inside.
The music starts and as the rhythm enters my body, my feet begin to move as if they had a life of their own. Slowly… slowly… Slowly, I let myself drift away..with the intelligent, poetic words.
Suddenly, I am shoved again. New Person. Same gender.
– Male –
He stands in front of me in blatant disregard of the space I am occupying. I just occupied. Past tense.
The space was stolen from me. And still. I am silent.
A living, breathing, feeling, dancing being.
Yet somehow made invisible. By you. But what’s much worse.
Also by me.