In my first months, I learned the truth;
words spoken to suppress.
Many abused their privilege,
using force to oppress.
I believed when told I’m wicked;
a life of tortured lies.
Heterosexist chains bound;
smoke-filled words to survive.
My life offended the holy;
suffocated at birth.
Bred as an abomination;
smashed my face in the dirt.
Voices whispered uneasy truths;
to release my held breath.
Vile images travelled the world;
ravaged minds saw my death.
Whispers from the Fire: More Poems that Burn with Truth…
Heterovert
your slur—my ceaseless derogation
Whispers from the Scars: Whispers from the Closet: More Poems of Gay Identity and Truth…
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Born Gay
inferior, wicked, perverted
Whispers without Rules: More Free Verse Poems to Wander…
Balloon
A red speck fades where hands fell short

Straight White Male
even the language hates you