I left the games of the for-profit
to seek right-livelihood in the non-profit
counsel young girls
struggling with the chaos
of learning how to be young women
in the fallout of abusive families
and a misogynistic world
that offers no welcome mat for
sexual variation.
Yesterday,
I told a confused few
that I am bisexual
and today I was confronted by my heterosexual boss,
told I was to keep quiet
hide my I Am as if I should keep in secret
some kind of shame.
She, however,
has no qualm about saying she’s going home to her husband
unthinkingly entitled
declaring her heterosexuality
blatantly
for each young girl to assimilate.
You know,
it takes me by surprise
every goddamn time I hear some straight girl
tell me how open they are,
talk about their good friend,
“he’s gay you know,”
sucker me into trusting,
believing them at face value
only to be slapped across the face
with their bullshit double standards.
Straight women
sometimes
can really piss me off.
© Sabrina Santa Clara, 2002