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
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
What exactly made you so afraid
Of one less male
To compete with?