I wish a
“Solemn Wrath”
to the people
who can’t yet
muster up “Happy”,
or “Pride”.
To the folx
who realized
why it was
that they
wanted to kill
themselves,
only to realize
that now
there’s a
huge faction of
vocal and cruel idiots
that want you dead
instead of you
and you have to wonder
at every moment
if you are worth it
if you are real
if you are more than a plague
if you aren’t really an abomination
when mothers
clutch their children
away from you
in the goddamn grocery store,
to you I wish an armor
so mirrored and fabulous
that you might return
every laser gaze of hate
with a reflection of understanding,
followed by a spiraling dance of non-caring,
and an eye shattering glow of exposure,
bringing to light the hateful hearts
of those that wish
to strike you down.