you cannot be at the summer cookout eating chips, with my mom’s famous seven layer dip and say “i just want the beans, thanks”
while with your ***** finger you push off the - delicious, might i add - 4 cheese mexican blend wipe off the sour cream onto the side of the dip bowl pick the strands of lettuce off of your Tostino’s Scoop
before you are satisfied enough to savor that bite.
no. you will take your chip and you will dunk it and get a piece of every single layer you cannot pick and choose which ingredients to eat out of a dish that has already been made
but this is not the family cookout this is oppression.
this is to all my women who support gender equality and claim to be feminists yet belittle and dehumanize our transgender sisters. one less safe space.
this is to all my white people who believe in LGBTQ rights but are "all lives matter" and the moment someone brings up racism, you tell them racism doesnt exist.
this is to my best friend, who is an activist of ending all of the above. yet, who pulls my sleeve and says, “look how fat that woman is i can NOT believe she went out in that.”
you cannot pick and choose when it comes to equality.
you can not eat the seven layer dip and go for the beans while ignoring the rest.
accept. acknowledge. listen. change. try a bite of the dip with all the seven layers i promise it will taste even better than before.
inspired by Andrea Gibsons poem, "A Letter To White Queers, A Letter To Myself" from her book *****