Homophobia, An Acrostic Poem Poem by Chicken Wing

How this word hurts and kills.

Our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, lovers, persecuted for desire.

Myself included, my so-called 'sin' called out,

Oh, how they so easily throw that hurtful word around.

Phonies, the lot of them, faking it for likes.

How good it would feel to show them we're more than just gay or dykes.

Over and over, this has happened before, people shot for holding hands.

But now the injustices come to light, and people love freely again.

I believe we can be better, do more,

A future that is worth loving for.