Forsaken Youth
here is the thing:
we are the forsaken youth,
tossed into small places and even
smaller words
you think they can contain us, you think that
they are made of iron and platinum
but we have blow torches and mouths
full of sad poetry and love
you toss the queer kid in the corner and you
try to stamp him down. you toss the people with
different words on their lips into the closet and
you try to make them silent
but here is the thing:
those who have been silent for long enough
will eventually find scissors and cut the stitches
that you wove through their lips
one day they will stand high, somewhere, and they
will yell
here is the thing:
we are the forsaken youth,
and we will not be made to shut up,
to be quiet and to keep ours views to ourself
we will not keep our mouths shut and bound
to make you comfortable
here’s the thing:
we are the forsaken youth,
and we will not be silent