Since. . . Last Sunday
What do I do with the rage I’ve felt since last Sunday?
Since Prop 8 passed.
Since someone threw a water bottle at me from a passing car in the Castro.
Since I had to fight the administration and the alumni to have a Queer film series in college.
Since I stood in front of screaming protestors at the pride parade.
Since I was afraid to come out to my brother because he might not want me around his child.
Since Billy called me a fag in high school.
Since the straight world has no idea how much rage they cause —
Since they choose to erase, overlook, and ignore me —
Since I can’t forget the slights, the sticks and stones, or the silence —
Since I know who my friends are and who the real enemy is —
I will keep fighting.
My work isn’t done, and I’m not going anywhere.