I know it's "not that big of a deal"
Or that I "obviously knew what [you] meant"
But I can't help but try and sit with you
And eat my dinner too
Just listening to your idle chatter
And joyful blabber
And suddenly I hear
"That's so gay"

I know you meant "stupid"
Or "unfair"
But really, what's unfair isn't what you're complaining about
Or what the latest gossip is
But your use of the word
That so many identify with.

"No, I'm gay" I say in futility
Stumbling and joking, hoping so hard
That maybe, by bringing it to light, you'll realize
That your words aren't right
That I, and many like me
Are not the **** of your joke
And are people like you

You laugh it off
And walk away
Already done, having said what you wanted to say
I slump on the table
Another battle lost
Another blow at my pride
Another word with a cost

You walk away
And I hope so hard
That maybe next time
Your vocabulary will be twice as large
To compensate for your utter lack of knowledge
To compensate for your use of "gay"