Homophobic Hate Poem by Crimson Love

Mock not the sexually inclined in the direction of the same,
You hurt one, you hurt us all, fall back into your disgust,
Rot in your homophobic words,
My words shall pierce everything you know,
They shall open your feeble mind,
Your lucky I wasn't there to hear those words,

They would have ended as soon as they were uttered,
call us what you will,
queer, insane it matters not, love is love,
And if you cannot accept, Not only shall my words hurt,
I will slice away at your naive self,

I will end what you began to think you knew,
If you need the satisfaction and false power such words bring,
your really an insecure little girl within that sexist body,
Now my words shall bring pain and suffering,
but more than words, my fist will make them a permanent tattoo across your heart,
Speak again, I promise you a fate worse than death,
I'll promise you I'll find you first.