Rhythmically chanted by a middle-aged woman standing on the corner in my Caribbean neighborhood, apropos of…nothing, as far as I could tell.
Me hate lesbian
An’ me hate batty-boy
Leave me alone!
Repeated, for as long as it took me to pick out a couple of ears of sweet corn at the produce market, wait in line, pay, wait for the light to change, cross the street and walk down the block to my building.