Angry Gay

Don't assume that when I go to yell, all that will come out will be rainbows.

When I yell, I breathe fire with abrasive colors, and it will hurt.

Don't assume that when I hit you, you will be slapped and I will walk away like a diva.

When I hit, there will be a stamp of ignorance on your face, and I won't leave until you're on the ground.

I won't go and "bitch you out", I will let you know who's boss, with a deep mighty voice, and by the end of our conversation, I will get respect.

When you get your intrusive gang to beat me up, and you assume I'm going to lie there on the ground, waving my purse or my rainbow flag at you begging for you to stop.

HAH! You've got another thing coming, sir, because I've got a mighty fist, lessons in Tai Kwon Do, and a gun, silly goose.

All these things could be passed by peacefully.

Tolerance, Tolerance, Tolerance

Good night.