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wrote a poem at school today (not for anything, just had spare time), and like... i think it actually kinda (emphasis on kinda) goes hard. also this is probably going to be the best poem I ever write.
Knife
By Max J.
A knife;
Flailing,
Heart racing.
Stab,
The blood flowing,
Tears showing
Signs of pain and grief.
Assign the finder’s keep.
Major creep;
Love their God and hate their kids.
Flip the lid,
Filling them with hating id;
Hating kid.
Fainting fight,
Fading light,
down a flight of stairs of painted fright.
Message and Statement
This poem is NOT about any abusive experiences I may have had (I have not had any, anyways), but instead it is about the massive amount of queerphobia in the world and how so much of it is from religion. The last few lines are about how it will be very hard to ever really “end” (though “marginalize” would be a better word) queerphobia. (also, it was stream-of-consciousness style so half of this message is bs. but whatever.) (also also, feel free to use this in any projects where you need to use bits of poems or analyse a poem or whatever, i think that’d be rad. (also also also, tell me, it would make my day))