An Open Letter To Casey CarrA Poem by Lucas JayA poem about being bulliedMaybe you felt as different
as me Maybe you had jumping jacks
in your brain That made you say those
things Maybe your tongue was karate
chopping your teeth Chipping the enamel until the
word f****t Fell from your lips In a small rural town in
Nebraska Where everyone is straight
and white You were the only person of
color And I was the only homosexual So tell me why you made my
life a living Hell From preschool till high
school graduation
Did you have cannonballs for
fists firing at my face? The day you forced my pants
to the ground Exposing my 12 year old naked
body To everyone in 6th
grade band When you laughed at my tears Did it fill the void in your ego? I can’t be naked in the
privacy of my own home My body still carries that
humiliation
Did you think my life was a
welcome mat? That you walked all over Without thought of dropping An internal atomic bomb Leaving my body in ashes
Did you willingly take the
knife From the kitchen cupboard Simply to carve canyons
across my plains? I have given each bloodstream A name you called me F*g River Gay Lake P***y Creek They empty into Queer Gulf Where the pain will evaporate Forming hurricanes of
depression Devastating my self-worth Triggering the thought That I will never be good
enough
When you called my brothers And told them you knew where
I lived Explained in excruciating
detail How you would smash my face
against the pavement Then tie my feet to your
bumper And drag me through the
streets Until my heart stopped
beating Do you know the amount of
fear I lived in? I didn’t leave my apartment
for three weeks I wore my best running shoes
for months When I finally walked into
the sun I kept looking over my
shoulder Searching for a face I could
recognized
I still search for a face I
can recognize in the mirror Scouring for the more
confident me But you took that from me Before I could develop into
the man I thought I would become Your bullets have left me On the side of the road Like a wounded deer Gasping for safe air
I still hear people saying High school will be The best four years of your
life I know for a fact this can’t
be true Every year I grow Further away from you Gets better and better My best is yet to come
I am a shape shifter Trying not to let my past Get the best of me I am not looking for remorse I have rivers full I am not looking for pity I am simply trying to find Answers to questions I will
never ask And no amount of fake
apologies Will make me forgive you
I know hate is a strong word I save it for the worst kind
of people And there is not a doubt in
my mind When I say I f*****g hate you © 2012 Lucas JayFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorLucas JayLa Crosse, WIAboutI started writing in 2007 as a means to perform on stage and was able to find my voice. I have started to write some for page and am really enjoying discovering a new side of my writing. Currently, .. more..Writing
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