:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Saturday, August 28, 2004 ::

Some guy at the St. Mary's show asked me for my website. So just in case he checks it, here's the TRUE, UNCENSORED version of "It's Up To You," which is kinda my crowning piece. At least so far. Also, I'm posting the other two poems in their original form (St. Mary's asked me to clean it up).

It's Up To You

Let me tell you, you aren’t alone,
I hope you know I can’t condone the
Terrible injustices that’ve been sown by monsters who can’t keep their hands to themselves. First of all, as a heterosexual man,
I must admit I have a plan to drink and flirt and get up women’s skirts and make them cream til it almosts hurts, but if
I’m ever hurting you, please tell me
Stop.

I’ll only do what you want me to do, but I mean if it’s you I’m ready to screw,
But if you don’t think you’re into me,
I’ll totally listen to your plea for me to cease and desist because
I realize that if you resist these actions simply cannot persist.
Because...
I have friends that have been raped,
I don’t want to gain anymore, but it’s hard when the national rate is

one woman in four.

<>Now’s she’s 8. Now 12.

Fifteen is the age of a Thai girl who lives in a brothel.
Fifteen is that age of a Filipina who stands outside a bar offering twelve dollar blowjobs.
Fifteen is the number of men twelve year old girls have to sleep with nearly 365 days a year, selling themselves eighteen hours a day.

This has to stop. This has to stop. This has to stop.

And it’s up to us to change this, but yes I know, it’s true it’s tough, not easy but rough, but I like it rough, with silk scarves and handcuffs, and ..

<>Gags in the mouths of women everywhere, sexual abuse and tears mat down their hair, where? Right here, in this country and others, family selling sisters, not brothers, human trafficking the newest rad fad, it’s sad the state some people live. And first world nations perpetuating the trade, and the shuffle of sex slaves.
Taking women from native ethnic enclaves cuz they think that the rest of the world doesn’t care, it’s not fair, that its mostly people with dark hair that get sold, bought, inducted into the sex trade, or are maids, getting paid just enough to get by. But it seems they still live under the poverty line, cuz lies, bribes, plain kidnapping, take advantage of women and children caught napping.

The screams of the abused rings in my head,
I see visions of those hollow inside, they breathe but are dead, they’ve died,
Let’s try and change this, revolutionize your mind, leave prejudices behind in the wake, and let's
Shake these crimes against women.

See, I’d like to be swimmin’ in the nape of your neck,
and when I get a kiss I hope it’d be more than a peck, but
It’s up to you.
It’s up to you to make a difference in life, so whether you’re after a husband or a wife, I challenge you to battle the system.
Think of all the fallen mothers, daughters, and sisters; women.

I’d like to be swimming in the nape of your neck..

<>It’s up to all of us to take a stand

If I get a kiss

<>Raise your voice to the heavens

<>If you want to…

Give me more than a peck,

Make a difference,

It’s up to you.

Master of the Pool

After finishing our swim,
I sit down on my towel and my friend,
Smiling, points me in the direction of a brunette that has
Single handedly captured the attention of nearly everyone at the pool.

Shoulder-length, curly brown hair, sunglasses, a cute Adidas visor, a cut off tank top barely hiding nipple, and a tight, bright yellow thong,

This hairy man straight out of Redneck Quarterly proves that men can have babies…beer babies, that is.

An unholy mixture of John Holmes’ face with a primate’s body hair and Ron Jeremy’s stomach wrapped in Jenna Jameson’s wardrobe, this man was unstoppable.

Strutting his stuff as confidently as Halle Berry would be walking through an all boys high school,
This Master of the pool was an
Unshakable pillar of self-confidence.
And as much as you’d want to deny him any attention, he was like a photo of gential warts-
You don't wanna look,
But you just can't stop staring.

After I managed to stifle my laughter,
I realized that his man….this man is
My new hero.
He is the champion in abolishing society’s standards of who we are supposed to be.
While I worry about the loss of my high-school 6-pack physique,
This guy is worrying about what type of beer he’s going to have with dinner.
I’m worrying about the circumference of my arms, the length of my dick, and whether or not my butt looks good in my boardshorts,
While this guy is just being happy with who he is.

Sure, it’d be nice to look like Tom Cruise or Heidi Klum, but why would we want to be anyone but ourselves?
Okay, the media tells us we need to lose weight, have bigger breasts, longer dicks, more muscle, less fat, white skin, straight teeth, a dainty nose, rounder eyes, less body hair and asses so fit you can bounce quarters off of them… to be considered
Beautiful.
But you can be beautiful without all that.

I must admit I drool at the latest Britney video. And if I saw Kelly Hu in a club I'd probably nut my pants.
But I notice people that want to be a role model to kids.
People who are passionate about music and art,
People who dreams big and isn’t afraid to fail,
People who wants to make this fucked up world a better place.
People beautiful on the inside.

So we all may laugh and quietly point out Pool Master to our friends,
Saying how clueless and how he’s delusional in how cool he thinks he is.
But I have a sneaky suspicion that as he sits at home
Washing down a carton of Ben and Jerry’s with an ice-cold beer,
Without counting calories,
He really is
Just
That
Cool.

How Cool Would It Be?

Sometimes I wonder…

How cool would it be…to be…

<>Gay?
<>If you go by anything you see on Bravo, well,

It’d be pretty damn spiffy.

You see, I’d be able to cook fantastic meals, feng-shui my apartment like no one else, express my feelings more, dance like a goddess, openly listen to Britney, or

Ohmygod,

Madonna!

Dress in the latest fashions, and just be utterly….

Fantastic!

And since all gay men are such sluts, I’d be getting more ass than a

Donkey breeder on a good day.

And if I was bi?

Oh. My. God.

I’d have my arms full of fag hags and little cabana boys just waiting in line to get a piece of…

This.

You see, everyone would love me! I’d be the life of every party because we

ALL

Know, no one knows how to party like a gay man!

But that’s according to mass prepackaged media lies, cookie-cutter character who dress in pink, talk with a lisp, and bake homemade apple pies but I…

I know better.

And although I’ll never have to feel threatened because of my sexuality,

I know friends that do.

Friends that carry the weight of a homophobic society on the razor blade that they hold against their wrist.

And I don’t know them personally, but I can only imagine what it feels like to be beaten by wooden bats,

Splinters lodged in the bloody pulp that used to be my scalp

AFTER walking in a gay pride parade.

I shudder at the thought of being beaten within inches of my life and

<>Being tied up to a fence in a barren field,
Left to die alone,
The bleating of sheep playing the soundtrack to my demise.

I cringe at every utterance of “faggot” and “dyke” that gets uttered in rapsongs and freestyle battle because apparently,

<>If you are queer,
That’s worse than being a misogynistic, homophobic, racist. <>And you would think in a society as “accepting” as this, it wouldn’t happen anymore.
But anti-gay marriage laws still cross stars in the paths of lovers,
Romero and James, Romy and Juliet, all 4 denied the chance to be with their true loves because of old-fashioned morals that I believe to be wrong

SIMPLY on the basis that they are denying people the right to love.

They are DENYING PEOPLE THE RIGHT TO LOVE.

No one is asking anyone to

Walk in a parade waving a rainbow flag, or to dress in all pink, or to even like the thought of two men making out

(although our society does get off on two women kissing),

But I’m simply asking you to

Respect those that do.

:: Rick Kitagawa 12:42 AM [+] ::
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