on September 28, 2011 by r.a.w. in Poetics, Comments (0)
Good Morning
Watching the morning news
I see another kid killed himself dead
For being queer
And listening to queer music and doing queer things
Cyber-bullied they say.
So I posit to the slack-jawed
Bigoted masses
Spit glistening on their red lips:
Whether spouting from the safety of a dark room
Or hiding behind your extreme facade
And likely closeted friends
Dull eyes staring out at the world
I ask
What exactly made you so afraid
Of one less male
To compete with?
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