Dangerous Things (Poem)

when I was young, I knew so many dangerous things

boys risk their lives for chance

in brief suicidal encounters with other boys

girls buzz their hair in swagger

for langorous forbidden dances with other girls

bodies hide different meanings

with changes and revisions often unseen

words and stones hurled from car windows

are equally capable of inflicting bloody wounds

queer fag dyke tranny used on us like knives

to carve their imagined shame into our very being

but

the most dangerous thing I knew is what I still know

we are here, have always been, will never not be

our risk brave, and we pay love’s cost

our swagger pride, and we openly embrace

we have taught each other magic

made our scars into marks of beauty

transformed their scornful terms into rallying cries

when we look at you with clear unafraid eyes

we see who you really are, so that you turn away

because you know, have always known:

we are the dangerous things

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