The hate rolls in,
glances that turn to stares,
looks that measure me up and down,
snorts of disgust,
"What was that?", followed by laughter.
I read what people say about me
in the newspaper, almost every day;
as do my friends and my family:
freak,
pervert,
filth,
abomination,
aberrant,
depraved,
slut,
hideous,
detestable,
unnatural.
The hate rolls in, fills me up;
with nowhere else to go,
the hate comes right back out,
at you.
[Written in 1998.]
Now why would I write a poem like that? Well, it's a reaction to the hate mail I've received over the years. Here's a sampling:
Want more hate? Check out the religious hate speech page at Hatecrime.org
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