As a straight woman
You're gifted a heart that can hear
The world before it even says
What's on its mind
A sensitivity
An intuition
And an expectation that men
Will court you
That they will explain to you
(The good ones anyway)
Why it is that you should let them
Enter you
That is your blessing
Your curse
Is that all men cheat
They will do what they want
When they are done with you
And your intuition
Will feel that too
And your heart is all knowing
But it is fragile
So
Deal with it
And as a straight man
You are given this fantastic
Machine gun
This rapid fire dick
Free to shoot and endless supply
Of seed
Into the universe as you desire
And an expectation that you will do so
That is your blessing
But you've been cursed with the
Same thing
A heart too weak to fight off the bullets
Of a gun that needs to be fired
Of shots you are just too
Compelled to take
Such that you know without a doubt
That you will break the heart
Of everything
You try to love
And as a gay man
I am saddled with most of it
But no one explains to us
Why we should let them do
Anything to you
And frankly I am tired
Of loving as a woman
Living as a man
Fighting my urges to thrust
The entire city at once
So I may let someone in
In hopes that they
May do the same
When I know without a doubt
That they couldn't possibly
And I probably can't either
I know the truth
And it's a weapon
It's time I stop ignoring
That at the very least
I've got one, too
