Ella, se dicen,
ella, senorita,
Y no sé si puedo
be trans here.
No sé puedo decir,
este género no es lo mío.
No soy mujer, no
soy hombre
And I don’t even know enough about this language to
know
if that doesn’t just mean no soy adulto.
And you thought it was hard
getting gente estadosunidense
to use they pronouns
My pronouns, mi ‘ele’ y ‘senore’
are not to be found anywhere but in the radical queer
spaces
that I can’t find.
‘Cause I’m glad you guys
got gay marriage
but that doesn’t help me
I’m not interested in your
white bread poster child gay boys
and lesbianas who are ‘just like you’
respectability politics shit.
Give me your QPOC
Your agender, aromantic bi pan trans
Your nonbinary, agender, genderqueer and
none of the above.
Give me your disabled queers and your mentally ill.
Mierda
Give me your queers who never get to see themselves on
television.
Que están enojadas
radical feministas
Que se dan miedo
un poco
Who don’t give a shit about respectability politics
because it never helped them before
not while pretty white boys are the faces of queer
Pero, ¿existen en
este país? ¿Dónde están?
These are my people, this is my home
Pero en esta
lengua, no tengo las palabras.
No sé how to ask.
