You preach liberation like nobody knows, in your poems and prose, a manifestation in your stance, your chants, your clothes - you're the freedom fighter to whom respect everyone shows, cuz it's a resolution, a revolution, and you represent it with a fist in the air, never scared. But your power to the people anti-oppression exposé came apart the other day when I overheard you say you wouldn't know what you'd do or say if your son or daughter, or even best friend, was lesbian or gay. And starting out unsure would have been okay, but in your yellow, green, and red wristband and your tshirt of Ché, you dismissed it all and walked away not even trying to self-educate. And my respect for you crumbled because you should know we're all humbled by their game of divide and conquer, devour and crush, that leave those behind as not me or they, but us, and the struggles you face as a woman leader today, kicking ass with your way of deconstructing the pa-triarchy should make you see clear as day why the struggles of an independent woman to just be, who she is, man or not in her life, still exists for us all, for the same reason, in the same way. And if a man is gay, he threatens the masculinity of men who seek self-validity through heterosexuality, but it exposes their artificiality, and they attack the fag who dares to display femininity, only a confession of their own misogyny - also known as hate, cuz anything female or queer is bait, and now you're starting to see why it is that when they put shackles on you, there are shackles on me. Queer soldiers and feminist troops can do some damage to the enemy as one stable army of healing - cuz love conquers all - and so does understanding how to educate if you're not already all ready and aware, and once you are can't further rock that blank stare, and to throw out my response to what once gave you trouble: I'd say, "That's beautiful, let's celebrate, and I'm here for your struggles."