I Dare You to Call Me This

Living in New York NY and spending a lot of time in Taos NM you realize quickly you aren't really living in America. Perhaps this is why I love these places so, why my heart reverberates with feelings of home and why my creativity is fired up and turned on. I could only ever live in places where people are simply, wonderfully people. This is the tribe I identify with, we know our kind and we gather 'round. There is no us vs. them, and if these lines exist within this cities, I don't know those parts.

It is difficult to fathom why all these man made lines that get drawn between people still exist in today's world, but they do. Who made anyone the line-drawing police, anyway? What puts anyone in the position to say who is better and who is worse? First come the lines then come the labels. Who comes up with all this? Who tells children not to call each other names then turns around and with concepts so absurd, like fagot, nigger, godless.

The biggest bigotry is to assume oneself superior, to draw a line between oneself and those deemed lesser. To this, I say call me fagot, nigger, immigrant, sinner, whore, weak, illicit, extraneous. I dare you to call me all these words, call me and my tribe of fagoted nigger immigrant sinner whores who know hard work and rich culture, and pray to gods who see only our divinity. Call me and my tribe all this to our patchwork faces of culture and color. Call me this so I can say, as all Gods surely did...'eat my fagoted nigger sinful immigrant dust.'

I dare you to call me your bigoted labels