What is drag to me?
My mother calls me to tell how
ashamed she is of my choices.
Being a boy is not a choice.
Being attracted to boys is not
a choice. Wearing make-up is a
choice, and i choose to do it
because i can.
look at my face, read the message
I want to shout out to the world.
Watch this melting pot of fine
art Brush strokes explode on
the glistening floors. This
theater, my stage. My audience,
the people. Tell me what is
drag, if not a vessel to express
all these feelings you choose
to make me repress, mother.