"Faggot!"
You yell.
Okay?
Although to be clear:
I am a goddess.
I am queer herald,
and fag chic with buttermilk nailpolish.
I am my mother's pride,
and my father's punching bag.
Who are you to demand an audience?
You are wearing shoes,
standing on holy ground.
You are a child,
who just learned a naughty word;
expecting,
to be treated as more than just that.
-o0o-
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