to the man who yelled tranny
at me from his car window last week
while i was out for my smoke.
fuck you.
i m still carrying the comment
in my school bag.
to the boy who called me dyke
on the bus everyday
for months on end.
fuck you.
that word is still ironed
to the back of my jean jacket.
to the boys who use to cause
me panic attacks on purpose
for a majority of my junior high
fuck you guys;
i still wake up in tears from
those sounds.
to my father who called me
fat for the past fifteen years of my life.
fuck you.
those words
i still carry to the toliet bowl
ridges of my family bathrooms.
to the beyond teasing words
that past classmates use to shout
at me.
fuck you all.
that shit still makes me insecure
about my face.
nobodys perfect
and i understand but words
hurt you fucking ass hats.
they cling tight.
sometimes way to tight.
and they consume us
every particle of us
and i m trying hard
to avoid that.
10:10 pm
zip fucks given to censorship thats for sure
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altercation of self-actualization《poetry
Poetryal•ter•ca•tion noun 1. a noisy argument or disagreement espically in public self-ac•tu•al•i•za•tion noun 1. the realization or fulfilment of ones talents and potentialities, espically conisdered as a drive or need present in everyone
