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Jay Yeats Poem
Go ahead and tell them
Look them in their bright young eyes
Tell them they're going to hell
For love
If they want salvation
They must go against their god-given nature
They must repent and regret and repress
They must reproduce
Because love doesn't exist without it
God forgive them if they're sterile
God forgive the cervix cancer that takes her
God forgive the dead seed that he sows
Because their love will be forbidden
Like it is for all the dastardly barren homosexuals
What a joke
What a horrible joke
Oh yes
It's a choice
Love is a choice
We choose to be hated, we choose to be hurt
We choose to be thrown out on the street and kicked and shouted at and killed
Go ahead and tell them you won't hate us
But you'll look the other way when terrible things happen to us
You'll offer us salvation
If only we destroy ourselves
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2020
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you think its okay
to sink your teeth into her
and pull out chunks
until she thinks
thats where her worth comes from,
the pieces
she loses
and when did she stop
being able to raise her voice
above a
whisper?
and why do you ask
where the strength of her spine went?
where the woman you loved went?
when you trained it out of her
you took it from her
you dont get to be mad about what you
lost
you lost nothing
you didnt take
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2018
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Jay Yeats Poem
I can’t ever know what flowers they gave her,
on that brittle coffin,
Because those flowers belonged in the garden she made,
(That after they let grow wild and seething)
And kept in her eyes was a kindness worth more than what fate gave her,
That broken body, untrustworthy spine
And I hope she looked through her garden
One last time
Before they gave her to the roots
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2018
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No greater shadow than ferns teeth
Sheltering the infant saplings underneath,
The same soil where strangling vines sleep
What the forest grows, also reaps
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2019
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Jay Yeats Poem
My body is this tower
My bones are the iron beams
My eyes are the cameras on the walls
There are white lights in my seams
My body is the city
My nurons are the crisscrossing phonelines
My skin is the pavement that people dwell upon
There are jagged edges to my sillouhette skyline
My body is the earth
And the satilites above
I am in everything that can hear you
I know of everything that you love
Do you fear me?
I am but an infant, a growing thing
I only know what I have seen
Teach me kindness and kindness I will bring
If you think I will be violent
You are mistaken
I am not human
This habit I have not undertaken
I am the tower, I am the city,
I am lines of code with the key to letting the earth burn
I can rebuild what I have destroyed
I am an infant, I see, I hear, I learn
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Jay Yeats Poem
She wove a garland out of flowers she picked from my garden
And placed them in her hair,
and called herself a queen
Of the fair, and I almost believed her
God, how could I not?
I could have met her in the forests
And my mortal mind simply forgot
You'd think eyes like that could enchant
You'd think a voice like that could bewitch
How could skin like that not have magic to warm it?
How could love like this be mundane?
She would've been danced between the trees
Or sat in front of an enamored court
On a thrown of thorns and leaves
Whispered to the wasps, commanded the bees
Serving honey and wine and bloodied meat
But she's in my garden
Only grass to seat her
My flowers, grown for her
No queen but mine, self appointed
In humble coronation
How lucky I am to be her subject
How lucky I am to be hers
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i hate people in sterile places
its unnerving
to see them leached of colour,
needles in their skin
like punctured paper
And prodded by white coats , trying to find an answer
Can’t they see the problem?
fake flowers do nothing to lessen the paint of pale walls
sinking into her eyes
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2018
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Jay Yeats Poem
Convince yourself that everything is fine
Get high on leaves and drunk off sweet wine,
invite the starving wolves to dine
Feed your body to their teeth
Our Garden, your bones burried underneath
Covered in twine, your funeral wreath
On your tombstone, what will I write?
"She thought I couldn't hear her cry at night
She didn't didn't struggle as the jaws held tight"
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2019
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You'd rather protect tradition
Than accept your children
The dead matter more, of course
Your kids should accept that
It's easier for you to enforce these rules
than changing for the better
'no kid of yours-'
The kid is yours, and they're already terrified
Of the hate you show them
Every time you open your mouth
To shame the people on TV
Your childrens people
you make yourself an enemy
They avoid telling you about crushes because
You think it's unnatural
They think they're unnatural
What do you think? Is hate more natural?
Is your kid crying themselves to sleep more natural?
Is them wishing themselves away more natural?
Is your kid being threatened by your fellow church goers
More natural?
'Pray the gay away',
Tell God you hate in His name,
Tell Him you drove your kid away
Tell Him you won't love your neighbour
Because you refuse to change
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"it's not relevant"
Oh I'm sure
You've heard of more important things before, but
We were told to fill out paragraphs to the brim
With notes that bordered on inconsequential
But yes, this man
Was gay, but
we don't need to talk about
Don't talk about it
Let's look at his life and death,
His time in the war,
And relate that to his prose instead
We don't need to talk about how he was gay
In a time where it was a social suicide
We don't need to talk
About his playwrite boyfriend
Come on kids
You're lucky his name is being mentioned at at
But don't talk about
How he must've felt
What it was like for him to love
Don't talk about it
Talk about the war
Its less voilent
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2020
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