To all the men that call me a FAG,
because I’m defined by who I prefer
to sleep with at night
FUCK you,
And I don’t mean this as a sexy
boom boom time, I experience,
but I mean this as soul
wrenching, knife twisting, bullets
connecting to your head FUCK you.
To women that call me Fag
know that I’m more than a bundle
of sticks that you feel the need
to kick around
step on,
set on fire
because you can’t understand
that my love is more than yours
or maybe its not
but my love is mine.
To all the men that call me FAG
and try to HOLLA at me,
FUCK you to moon and back,
and stay.
I’m more than simple
mistake that I ever saw in you
from a pathetic night,
I saw something
beautiful in you
well
FUCK you too,
cause there is something
vicious that spouts across my chest
and it’s the love
that I have
permitted through the gates
No thanks to you
SO
FUCK you.
To all the people to call me FAG,
and couldn’t be bother
to get to know me,
before jumping
threatening,
killing me
FUCK you because you missed out.
You just made the world
more darker,
where the sky does not
produce any light because
I’m a FAG
and you are a BASHER