Darling stands by the sidelines
corner of the football field
the team gathers, speaking words of
the 'go, go away's.
she stood in the locker room
in the tennis field
they say don't look-
your gay.
maybe it is wrong(and it probobly is)
doesn't mean you should hate on it
discriminate all your people,
then who will be your friends?
if you do something wrong
would no one still be your friend?
if you cheated once
does that mean you'll cheat again?
she's gay,
she admits it openly
she's hurt
by the HOLY white observiants
3 o'clock noon by the team lockers
come in, rise 2 a halt;
stop.
FAGOT,
the nerves these children posess
cruelty, she will never foget
home in 20 minutes
face wracked with tears
home, cant help crying
kill or be killed from pain.
fagot, gay, lady lover
she takes some rope
ties the fisherman knot
opens the hook, hangs it from the window
and jumps.
hospitol bed
wifi internet
facebook says
'better luck next time'
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