LGBTQ+ Poem: I hate men, by Sam Rock

I hate men.
Well, I don’t hate them
For real.
I am a man, and
I love myself,
So of course I don’t hate men.
But for lack of better words:
I hate men.

It’s a little confusing,
For myself even. A queer man
Who hates men? Huh?
I don’t hate men
When I look in the mirror,
Nor did I hate men
When I lost my virginity,
Spending over an hour
Taking a man I met that night
To Poundtown.

I did hate men
When I heard from my friend
That he was going to invite me over
To “break things off” with me,
Instead of hearing it from him
The night before he had tried
to start talking to start talking again
When he saw me, she and her boyfriend
Eating lunch.

I try to hate men,
But when he called me
A year after our hookup
Asking if he could stay the night,
My dumbass said
Sure.
I treated him like I would any other friend,
It was obvious he only called
Because he needed
Somewhere to stay for the night.

I hate how comfortable I was
On his chest. My walls of protection
Were gone, and I was flushed to the wall
As big spoon, wishing that there was
Room for Jesus. Wishing
That next time I’m put in
A similar situation,
I’ve grown enough as a person
to not even answer the phone
When a man calls. Cuz
I hate men.