Riding in the car, nerves in my stomach
I know that I need to tell her my truth
I know the word will lead to my mumick
But I must let my heart sing like a luth
A *****, what a pathetic thing to be
Yet when I told her, she spoke no ill words
Not a slur, not a curse was said to me
I always thought I’d be thrown out like curds
Then I roused from my sleep, from my dream
Truth not it be, my mother loving me
I cry stars for tears, they glitter and gleam
I hide my truth from her, I let it be
A real dream I had of my real taboo
A real dream, but never a dream come true
Death is coming so enjoy life now
God allows those life who enjoy it
But those who defy
A little gay boy like you can’t enjoy life
So why don’t you end it
You are seated in the audience
Now in time for my great show
You can jump off the building
You can pull the trigger to your own head
You can nail your arms to that crucifix and send yourself to hell because that’s what god would do
To someone like you
Little gay boys who don’t belong
The angels that you do not live up to
The legacy you have denied
Little gay boys like you can’t enjoy life
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.
Homophobia
When lovers melt to be as one yet not alone
Would you cast them dead, and throw that heavy stone?
Suppose a brand of Love it isn’t antisocial
That Love to me is poetry, not prose, and no disease at all
Women in my family
Born and raised in patriarchy
Sentenced to bitterness
Speaking less to apologies.
Women in my family
Silenced from a tender age
Loud in ignorance
No one is up for the change.
Women in my family
I wish they could see
Homophobia is a disease
They should quit judging me.
14 June 2022
Contest name: Women in my family
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
it's the little you say
that actually means a lot
such as seeing a woman empowered
but you call her a "thot".
or watching the shows that I romanticise
you call it "bull" and
tell me to open my eyes.
what about the two men that kissed on screen?
it makes you want to scratch your eyes, pull your hair
and scream.
but these are the things that make me who I am
and couldn't care less if you oppose
because frankly,
my darling, I don't give a ing damn.
Small mind
Big mouth
Hate the
Hate
Hate the
House
Like
A bird
Flying
South
I
Go
Where
There
Suits
MySelf
By: Bill MacEachern
03/13/21
Disgusting spiders
What's worse? Homophobia!
Racism and hate
Firstly, it's a manufactured word to suit
the gay community - I'm not impressed;
let's say fifty one per cent are against,
forty five per cent are just not bothered.
I make no apology, my entitlement,
some friends I have are gay, no big deal,
although sometimes I wonder about mindset,
theirs, not mine - is it really oh so fine?
Someone came to my car window, I said: 'No,'
why should I be subjected to such effrontery?
They say that it's 'normal' in the animal kingdom -
animals have their own codes, no human knowledge.
I have my own code, even tho' laws have been made,
consider your position, a phobia doesn't mean I'm afraid.
She stands invisible to any fair go,
Mentally bashed to a paste,
In a world where she is not wanted,
Where she is simply erased,
Where none of her self is accepted by men,
Women distrust her as well,
Where she is politely told to vanish,
To crawl back into her shell,
She’s been beaten and bashed and raped by angry,
Pushed to the fork in the road,
This academically gifted heart beating girl,
Has been pushed right out to the cold,
She believes what folks whisper about her,
She believes the things that they say,
She believes she doesn’t fit into this world,
That she’s defective because she is gay.
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