I was sent to hell
on the day
my blood cleansed
the glitter-laden streets
I defiled
with unnatural sin.
I wasn’t bulletproof.
They knew it
when they came for me
in the havens we built for ourselves
because we weren’t welcome
in schools, libraries, restrooms,
or in public.
My heart was exsanguinated
by my own mother
who handed
my tormentors
their murder weapons
with her unwavering assent.
Knights behind shiny badges
with gun barrels hoisted to our heads,
riding in
on the wings of the law
like exterminators
to slay a most dangerous
child-eating dragon.
In a place we thought
we had hidden ourselves
enough to feel safe,
they came looking for us.
I was taught to love,
I wanted to love,
to be loved,
but God was a cosmic sadist.
And now I’m dead.
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