At the last Queer of the Unknown we gave people the task of writing PRIDE themed acrostic poems. Here are the results! (Winners at the end)
Political prisoners of too many centuries
Revolutions should be bringing us closer
Inhuman systems appear like chemical bondage
Desire is to be followed not leaders
Escape this or die trying
– Ben Willems
Independent makes me
Pride isn’t the theme, love is the theme
Realistic love, that can be wed, can be trained.
It’s a love that is acceptable, no longer goes against the grain. You let us pay our
Debts, of longstanding love made firm. Its the kind of love you can package. And I’m grateful we’re given
Even this chance to be loud
Plenty, will at this time of year
Risk the scorn, the boo’s, the jeers
Imitate Madonna, Gaga, Ms Spears
Dance like no-ones watching
Enjoying ourselves because we are queers
– Jon and Paul
Pick yourself up and count to eleven,
Rist the temptation to be one too many
Index for their liking.
Dance in the wonder of your necessity,
Exist in the surety that you are here for a reason, we need you
P is for Political because PRIDE IS A PROTEST
R is for Rage because its not just rainbows and smiles
I is for Intimidation because THE POLICE R SCUM
D is for Demanding a space, a presence and a seat at all the tables
E is for (seperate but) Equ… fuck off.
P is for PROCESSION through Manchester streets
R is for RIP OFF that you have to pay
I is for INDIVIDUALITY lost in the status quo of expression
D is for DILUTION of the founding revolutionary spirit
E is for EVOLUTION! lets evolve back into our radiant roots!
Present and correct we stand in
Ranks too numerous to be counted.
In a single voice we cry united,
Demanding the right to be free, to
Extinguish the darkness and stand in sunlight
Pip is excellent
Really really excellent
And the winner of the funny poem prize:
Pride is for pigs who smash in out faces
R is for radical change
I is for I’m not proud of cis gay men buying into the hegemonic heteronormative discourse by getting hitched and shouting about the batter being over, over the bodies of trans women of colour
D is for Don’t you realise there’s more important shit to do you wankers?
E is for egotistical white men, just like everything else.
and joint winners of the serious poem prize:
Pink pounds, people parading around
Revolution? not in this town
Divided and ruled
Eventually, maybe, we’ll see we’ve been fooled
Pluck your eyebrows.
Rip your leg hair.
Insert chicken fillets.
Dye your do fair.
Everyone wants a straight passing girl, give us a twirl, darling.