From my 10th grade self
Too many words to describe the year...
It comes down to a phrase and a word...
Heart attack and faggot...
My grandmother, bless her soul, had endured
a massive heart attack under my family's watch.
She became more a goblin than a grandma.
She almost drove my folks to divorce.
My writing became darker than noir.
My home was nearly broken until we found
her a final resting place in New York...
While all this was happening, I was, to say the least,
scrutinized at every turn of the corner.
I'd hear "faggot" every day, and it grinds
my gears while facing the grindstone of school.
The gym was worse...
I'd get caught checking out a fellow classmate
because of his muscled body and during class
receiving the backlash... "FAGGOT!"
A farmer boy the size of a gnome with his gang
called me everything under the rainbow...
There were times I sat in my room at home...
crying because I was too strong and enduring
a punishment I never deserved.
Why couldn't this year end sooner?
Why should I be hared for being gay?
I wish I had someone to understand me...
Too many words...
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