My Walk with Sally
Sally likes girls
She likes to pat their head and rub their tummy
And take them for a whirl
Sally says I hate her
While sprawled on their laps, caressing their face
But I don't care to be with anyone
Who smacks the lip in the public space.
Sally is angry
She’s ready to shout me down
Still, I wonder what Sally is like
When Sally the Lesbian is not around
Is she good at math, does she like long walks?
Does she like scary movies or bike rides in the park?
I do not virtue signal when I pass Sally by
I don’t hang with anyone that pokes me in the eye
Sally piles up stones
Biased, Prejudiced, and Bigoted, are their names
She lays them on my shoulders
Payment for not endorsing her shame
Still, I wonder what Sally is like
Where her hopes and dreams are found
Sometimes, I get to glimpse her
When that lesbian is not around
But that lesbian is defiant, girding her loins for war
And I don’t know if she's lurking, when I knock on Sally’s door
Can we talk Tolstoy, The Odyssey, or Fitgerald’s Gatsby
If one formidable word will cause her to fly out at me?
Sally says I’m a bigot
I’m intolerant of different views
But I have wrestled my conscience and come to a certain peace
If you want to be happy, be
But Sally, it's disingenuous to say it’s not in the Book
Even though that lesbian will not allow you to look
For once and all, it’s in the Book
So onward we’ll march through the annals of time
The lesbian and the bigot pigeonholed and mischaracterized
We’ll fight in the streets, the blogs, and online
And influence the influencers and ask they take sides
It’s the match the world clamors; wanting, yearning, for blood
Foaming at the mouth as we tether our gloves
They roar that I jab you with my egregious moral codes
And wait for your counter punch; to make my kids wear your chosen clothes
Come one! Come all!
Watch Sally the Lesbian and Mark the Bigot bring the heat
Like ancient contenders we’ll brawl in the street
The ratings will skyrocket; the likes will explode
Sides will be taken, family and friends will implode
But strangely, Sally and Mark are nowhere to be found
We have made our peace, and we now walk about town
Though both carry satchels of unopened Scarlett letters
We've suspended such talk so we might know each other better.