My mother she told me to love all Sisters and Brothers.
My father he told me fags burn like no others.
My father he said I had his love and support.
My mother told me fags don’t need a trial in court.
My sister she told me to fly my rainbow flag high.
My brother told me he knew a fag, some weird guy.
My brother he told me to watch out for jocks.
My sister she told me the fag likes to hang by the rocks.
My pride is a beacon, I do not fear the sick.
My pride feels wounded, the fag works at a hospital, what a prick.
My joy comes from others, who I help without seeking gain.
My joy will come as soon as I make this arrogant fag feel true pain.
My route home was blocked, I took a shortcut and was tripped.
My route lead me to him, past me the fag won’t slip.
My face is on fire, his fists rain down without a pause or a stop.
My fists can’t slow down, I can’t let him back up, lest the fag win and return to the top.
My sight is blurry, tinted with red.
My sight is red, the rage floods through my head.
I cannot hold back the tears, and I cry like a girl.
The fag weeps like a woman, makes me want to hurl.
Everything is going dark and I smile up at him.
My vision starts to clear, what’s below me looks quite grim.
I remember what my mother said, I forgive this mislead man.
I remember what my father said, I shiver under my tan.
I enter a place of light and warmth, where love wraps around me like a hug.
I enter a place of darkness, a worse fear and pain than any drug.