Bullet to the head

I have come to accept distasteful jokes
and ugly names
as harmless.

The word ‘dyke’ spit with venom
or muttered in sheer ignorance
stands silent next to the
proposed legislation
to take lives for loving.
The sexualization of woman on woman
doesn’t hurt like the punches and kicks
of a small-town mind or messiah
in devil’s garb.

I have been so damn lucky,
but my heart holds the struggle
that my identity means.
I do not have to be beaten
to know the sting.
I do not have to be threatened
to know the fear.

I know it all too well,
we know it all too well.

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Bullet to the head

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