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
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Author:
Lil Ole Jimmie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for all the people that have been SUBJECTIVE, by the word FAG, know that that word has no affect on you if you don't let it affect you. I know that I am more than a one syllable word. I have purpose in the world, I have meaning, and I am loving and know there is something more to being a FAG. XOXO Jimmie
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Comments4
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We are human and we stand together with those who accept us.
I feel your anger, your anguish, and your hurt in this piece. I, too, have been labeled and stereotyped, for different reasons, but the wounds are there. Wounds may heal, but the scars remain! We live in an extremely broken and messed up world. This poem is an expression of the pain and anger you have experienced. Strongly written. I pray that you don't allow yourself to be defined by the small-minded people of this world. Let their words and thoughts roll off of you like water on a duck! Thanks for sharing!
Great rant. I agree with your comment, too.
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