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I love my mother I love her warmth I love her wit I love her fearlessness and admire her endurance I love the way she loves strangers I love the way she loves me In adolescence,
When I was young, Had I heard your voice, I'd have said, You were a queer. Someone said, That in the Bible, Those like you were bad. Those like me were good.
Rest in peace: To the person no one recognizes, Dying a death, a lonely death. Rest in peace: To the skinny girl in Africa; The starving didn't get to her as fast as the AIDS. Rest in peace:
six letters. one word. Faggot. two syllables that make any queer kid in-or-out of the closet feel nothing less than unwanted unloved