Dear Cishet Boy

This poem was inspired by all the crap queer youth face from our cishet male peers, as well as the violence queer people (especially trans women of color) face from cishet men.

Dear Cishet Boy

Dear cishet boy, get over yourself.

You are not a sex god.

That lesbian is never going to beg for your dick.

She's not interested, not in any guy -

It's not that she just hasn't had sex with YOU.

Your genitalia ain't magic, son.

Dear cishet boy, making fun of gay guys is not amusing.

It's not a joke.

It's not a game.

And the so-called faggot

That you think is hitting on you?

He's not. So shut up.

Dear cishet boy, trans people are not confused.

We're not tr*nnies, crossdressers, or sick.

We're trans.

You're confused.

Dear cishet boy, we don't give a damn if you're Christian.
Some of us are Christian too,
And from the ones that aren't?
God doesn't hate us. You do.
We may not be able to change your beliefs,
But you need to understand that your religious freedom
Ends with you.

Dear cishet boy, trans women are not tricking you.
They're not trying to 'turn you gay' or lying or pretending,
Faking, drag queens. They are not obligated to disclose,
As if they were not real women. Trans women are REAL WOMEN.
Their bodies simply look a little different than a cis woman's,
But why should that matter? They are beautiful.
All bodies are beautiful, worthy of love and praise,
Worthy of so much more,
So much more than the tragedies, the violence, your fellow men
Subject these women to.
And we shall forever remember their names.

Dear cishet boy, WE ARE PEOPLE.
We are people in all our rainbow glory,
Transgender, bisexual, lesbian, gay,
Ace, pan, aro, nonbinary.
We are PEOPLE.
We are VALUED.
We are BEAUTIFUL.
Every color of the rainbow and then some.

Dear cishet boy,
Our queer siblings have been murdered,
Slandered,
Misgendered,
Beaten,
Raped,
All of these by people like you.
They have bled, they have cried,
They have died.
But we will survive
And we will forever remember their names.