A vibration like any word

Out There, LA Art Association & Gallery 825's Special Pride Event Show, Summer 2015
Out There, LA Art Association & Gallery 825’s Special Pride Event Show, Summer 2015



Faggot.  A vibration like any word,

Yet it cries with an adrenaline surge.

Neutering sound, it’s still to often heard;

There is a cost to this offensive dirge:

‘Faggot,’ a little boy catches the sound,

Which arrows places both soft and sacred,

Striking the heart that Love has yet to found,

Leaving him, a child cold and naked.

Faggot! A Siren’s song throughout the years,

Immutable as his natural want,

It weaves the noose with violating jeers –

A suicide statistic for a taunt.

Children, consider more than just their hate;

Your out brothers will help carry the weight.

From my notes:
I dedicate this poem to October and LGBT Awareness Month.  After reading about more bullycides and being called a faggot in front of my school this month, I decided to pen a poem about the word.  This is the result.  
It is my great hope that young people discovering their identities feel a sense of community rather than a world built upon hatred.  Please share; help end homophobia.  (2012?)

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