Karma's Path

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.