poem addressed to the boys from my high school now using their liberal politics to pick up women at parties and DIY shows and book stores (4/30)

poem addressed to the boys from my high school now using their liberal politics to pick up women at parties and DIY shows and book stores

when are you going to apologize to my friends you called faggots?

you could have picked any body as a puppet
why choose the one you built trauma into?
paint its nails but always remind her of your straightness?
dress it in a black turtleneck?
make it hold a PBR?
strangle it with a rainbow facebook filter?
never think about the casket you stole it from?
never think about the casket you put it in?

when will you call my friends mother?
apologize driving for her child to suicide
and then stealing their identity?

when are you going to apologize to my friends you called faggots?
grave robber, I know where you got your costume
man, I know where your knives have been

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