Chocolates And Salad 

Hey Readers

This is bisexual awareness day so with this in mind I went to Spoon Cafe for the Glasgow bisexual awareness event which was focused on challenging biphobia It was an excellent and entertaining evening with a mixture of speeches, sketches, and poetry which was you’ll not be surprised to know performed by yours truly. The event looked at how we can tackle the  prejudices faced by the bisexual community in modern Scotland.

As a non practising bisexual trans woman I have often shied away from discussing my bisexuality. This is not because I am in any way ashamed of who or what I am but rather that I was until now worried about how other people may perceive my sexual orientation had I been more open about it. Make no mistake coming out as bisexual in Scotland and in the UK will I believe be much harder than coming out as a trans woman. You see the bisexual population are often stereotyped as a greedy, sex mad and into threesome’s. This is not who I am and it never will be so I wrote this poem entitled Chocolate And Salads to give you a more accurate picture of what bisexual is really like. I hope you enjoy the read.

Chocolates And Salad

Bisexuals can fancy Kylie and Donny Osmond
bisexuals can wear mini skirts or sensible suits
bisexuals are not all sex mad
or into threesomes
bisexuals can be georgeous, macho, plain, girly, or cute
bisexuals can work in the NHS social work , beauty salons and building sites.
bisexuals are involved in politics
bisexuals want to set the world to rights
bisexuals sit in the front of the telly
watching soaps and drinking coffee or tea
bisexuals can be monogamous
or believe in a free and open relationships
bisexuals like chocolate and salads
bisexuals live nearer to you than you think
so surrender your prejudice and visit a place
where love and acceptance are more
so much more than just blue and pink.

@ Gayle Smith 2016

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2 thoughts on “Chocolates And Salad 

  1. Deceptively simple in construction, “list poems” that reiterate their subject in each line using the oratorical device of exhaustive restatement actually work very cleverly on the unconscious. What wouldn’t do the job in advertising functions beautifully in the stripped-down world of poetry because, if we can see the skeleton of things, we think they can’t have power over us. Wrong again (smile emoji).

    The cumulative effect of the poem is not merely addition, but multiplication: in the plurality of examples of what bisexuals can be like, we actually imagine we can see thousands —millions— of examples proliferating like custard creams down the conveyor belt in a biscuit factory. But unlike custard creams, bisexuals are all different. The chalk-and-cheese quality of the two variables in the title emphasises this.

    Furthermore, the sliding verse-construction, with lines of unequal length —sometimes very unequal indeed!— produce a kind of galloping clerihew, sort of Ciceroniously conversational, that calls to mind the ranting pulpit style of Linton Kwesi Johnson; or the buttonholing of John Cooper Clarke.

    I have the advantage of having heard this poem performed by its author; but while it gains in the performance, it loses nothing of its charm and wit in the more sedentary experience of reading. Nonetheless, I encourage readers to augment their appreciation by attending a performance, whenever they have the opportunity.

    • This is brilliant John. I don’t think I’ve ever had any of my poems be given such a comprehensive and dare I say it favourable analysis.

      Thanks for taking the time to give it a proper and detailed reading.

      Best Wishes
      Gayle X

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