“Untitled” by Pedro Rivas Lopez

Joto y Marcicón
Me decían en el cantón
Blood brothers oppressing me with their words porque tenía mamitis and I didn’t want to hang with los hombres
Play sports or because mechanic didn’t come easy to me
But damn
I was only four when I already knew mi corazoncito was different
And your words attacked it on the daily
Pareces joto
Habla como hombrecito
But shit I didn’t know what that meant
To be an hombrecito
And truthfully I didn't want to reflect the image of the hombrecitos before me
I decided to silence my true self and hoped for one day to be strong enough to emerge from my cocoon and spread my wings like a monarch butterfly and take a leap of pride and show the world the real me
Not a fag, but a man
A man with a Corazón Nopalero that understands the hombrecitos in our cultura need to step up
Step up and be a man
Teach love and not hate
That fucked up definition of a man gots you beating your wife and spewing obscenities to further oppress anyone around you, but you don’t know it because your machismo runs through your veins
There are other ways
Teach love and not hate
Why you gotta hate other men like me

Fag
As if these verbal attacks filled your masculinity with divinity
Teaching your children hate and to stay away from fags because they will tempt you,
then you go and you kneel before a crucifix and ask God to change your little brother into a straight man
all a sickening and disturbing ritual that brings you peace of mind
Why
Why you gotta tell me you love me but pray for our Lord to change me?
Step up and realize the Lord don’t teach this nonsense
I will never change
No soy joto, ni maricón,
I am a man.