I breathe dust and think fire my mind sizzles with spirit I write with my left hand and see with both eyes but that doesn’t matter.
thoughts without thought diffuse like poisonous gas from the mouth of the man his audience inhale malefic fumes
“Homosexuality is against the will of mother nature” he hisses yet she is nowhere to be seen. when rain falls to the concrete I know she cries like the rest of us
I am trapped in his freedom his right to speak as he likes takes away my right to exist. Only silence remains.
I will not be reduced to a title a statistic a fixture of mindless rhetoric
yet his words continue screeching darkness in my ears he doesn’t know love but he’ll do all that he can to strip it from others
when his daughter sobs into her pillow and drips her scarlet shame on the white bathroom tiles - He’ll learn. until then his forked tongue will flick venom in the air the narrow tunnel of his mind unmined
I long for the day people think before they say: I am not homophobic but