Got called a faggot today
F-A-G-E-T. I just wanted to play gin and relax a bit
I'm good at spelling and can't for the life of me understand
How someone could spell it that way
Or not care that they're so totally wrong
Not care that they don't know what a faggot is
What it means
All they think it means is me
And they tell me so
I tell them what it means,
That it's a bundle of sticks used for firewood.
And they just say, "Whatever."
Then the threats start
"Come down to where I live, we'll kick your queer ass."
What do you need firewood for when your blind hatred fuels you
Well I won't burn for you, you fucking bigot
Real tough guy making threats through a computer
I'm so scared of you
So scared that I put you on ignore until you leave on your own
I'm not scared of you
I'm scared of something much bigger than you
Much bigger than me
I'm not scared of you, you're just a rivulet snaking its way across the ground, taking the easiest possible route
But your source is a river
Forcing its way forward, taking the route it wants
And sometimes flooding over and soaking all of us
Who thought we were clear of its path.
That's what scares me
Not you and your idiocy and the hateful words you parrot,
But the ones who trained you to repeat them on your own.