What remains of a soul when its voice is stripped away?
My skin swaddled me in sinful silence
while your chains choked away any true choice.
You opposed and oppressed my opinions,
then violated and vetoed my voice.
My words judged abusive and abysmal,
unless meek and mutilated like yours.
Cultural cancellation controlled me;
silenced by an echo chamber of censors.
—H, still speaking, even in the silence









Gay-Bashed
A defiant and heart-rending poem that confronts gay oppression head-on. From bashed bodies to buried love letters, it exposes the cost of silence, and the strength it takes to endure.
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