mOTHER, fATHER, DO YOU REMEMBER
gROWN-UPS GET POWER OVER CHILDREN
aND GET ELECTED PRESIDENT BY ADULTS ALONE
aND PASS LAWS SAYING NOBODY UNDER 35
cAN EVER BE PRESIDENT
bECAUSE GROWN-UPS HAVE BEEN CHILDREN ALREADY
aND LEARNED FROM THE EXPERIENCE,
bUT CHILDREN HAVEN'T EVER
wELL, i'VE BEEN STRAIGHT
aND LEARNED FROM THE EXPERIENCE
bUT WHEN WERE YOU EVER
Q recently dared me to share some of my bad teenage poetry. The above was written by me seven years ago, at age 18, during my first semester of college. It's certainly no literary masterpiece, but there's still a soft spot in my heart for it, and it came to mind today because in my mother's latest email to me today she called me "naive" for being a pacifist, whereas to me it's she who's being naive, and it's she who lacks the knowledge and experience that I've gained through being queer. And no, I don't suppose I can explain in so many words what the connection is between queerness and pacifism, but in my mind the connection is there nonetheless, and I don't believe it's mere coincidence that my friends and especially the members of my Queerchoice Mailing List have come out so overwhelmingly on the side of pacifism.
Of course, certain people such as Corvo won't be able to relate to my poem. It must be terrible to have a lesbian mother: anytime you want a little sympathy from your queer friends, you just get a load of intense jealousy thrown in your face.
But you can also now find an even older poem of mine, from January 1994 (senior year of high school, age 17), in the comments section of Venus_Flytrap's latest journal entry. That one is a sillier poem but also a better quality one than the poem I posted here in my own journal.