I’m Gay—Queer, While Holding a Faggot. or: I’m Happy—Weird, While Holding a Bundle of Sticks.

I’m Gay—Queer, While Holding a Faggot
or:
I’m Happy—Weird, While Holding a Bundle of Sticks

I understand that queer is weird,
But words are not to be feared!
I believe that to be gay means happy.
Like a slapstick laugh to sticks that slappy!
I don’t give a shmothers,
how these are perceived by others!
I define the words I use—their my tricks,
and faggot is a bundle of sticks.

Though I believe in Europe, or England,
(Europe Shmeurope, England Shmengland!)
and maybe in the U.S. too,
(Not that I care, but in case you do.)
I might be charged with a hate crime
(If they ignore my defense of linguistic rhyme),
if I say I’m going to get a faggot to put on the fire,
but I make my point and before I retire—
I remind, It matters more, not how words are defined,
but how the user perceives their meaning. Remember: Be kind.

This is queer poetics: The bending of language, reclaiming slurs, and destabilizing “normal” usage as an act of queer resistance like a manifesto in miniature—humorous, defiant, and deeply aware of how words live multiple lives.

Language is about context rather than fixed definition. You can call this poem nonsense verse, you can say it is invented idioms, call it social commentary, humor with wordplay, or argue it is a reclamation and reframing of definitions, but you cannot deny, except through chosen ignorance, the tension between linguistic history and modern legal and social frameworks. It’s not just about linguistic cleverness—it’s about responsibility in how one chooses to interpret words, not just by how one perceives them, but instead how one intends them to be perceived. It is not my responsibility how you choose to perceive meaning. It is your responsibility to gain understanding without assumption.

To delve deeper let’s consider the “bundle of sticks” metaphor. Sticks can be fuel, structure, or even weapons—mirroring how words can nurture or harm. Consider how silly once meant blessed, and awful once meant awe-inspiring. Be Kind (that phrase alone has dual meanings). Stop and consider—Your view, even if it is correct, is not the only correct view.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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