The Pain From Homophobia

 

Her humane heart beat ajar,

Poor child, being a false saint,

Combat booted feet in tar.

Searching for the dullest star,

Face drowned in rainbow paint,

Her humane heart ajar.

Long nights in a freezing car,

Words with strong held restraint,

Combat booted feet in tar.

Heartless people are on par,

Shocked, terrified, always faint,

Her humane heart ajar.

Reaching for the too-high bar,

She brings herself attaint,

Combat booted feet in tar.

Wishing for hope is too far,

Her friend -- devastating haint,

Her humane heart beat ajar,

Combat booted feet in tar.

 

 

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