“Break my bones, just don’t kill me with words”

These keystrokes and slurs 
Slash deeper into my core 
Than stones and kicks ever could 

When they threw a brick at me 
for wearing a dress I said 
“thank god it hit me in the head,
And knocked me out 
So I couldn’t hear them calling me a faggot” 

When the four of them jumped 
Out of their jeep 
And on top of me 
Im glad that the sound of me 
Screaming for help 
Drowned out their proclamation
That fagots like me should burn 

When they cornered me in the bathroom 
Not letting me close the stall 
Or escape to my car 
Im just glad that the anticipation of another beating 
Made my heart pump all the blood into my ears 
To shield me from hearing their questions About what a little bitchboy faggot like me 
Was doing in their town 

I carry these scars 
But what scares me 
Is acknowledging all the ways people think im inferior.

I can ignore and explain away all the pain - Maybe they only stripped me naked
And broke my face by coincidence.

Its better to be treated like 
a worthless faggot 
Than to be called one