“Faggot.”

“Lesbo.”

I am scared of these hallways.

These white walls haunt me and I dread entering them.

Let me loose.

Gay rights?

They don’t exist here.

“Welcome to Hell” the sign should say.

“Maybe you won’t get called a homo today!”

My girlfriend and I want to run away.

The words keep coming and my heart is still racing.

Run faster, run.

Oh no. Here they come.

Run.

Run.

Run.