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ballroom dancing with jesus

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imagine a boy, eighteen years old and scared to death as he stutters "dad,
i want you to meet my b-boyfriend." and picture not a look of anger but a look
of pride as the father grins and asks to be introduced. because love is love, and
no person deserves to be despised based on who they make out with.

think of the soldiers, battered and bruised and burned beyond recognition,
or how this little girl, perfect in her imperfections, had her fate decided for her;
because even though she said her please-s and thank-you-s she preferred kissing girls
to boys and in someone's mind, that made her unworthy of living.
in someone's mind, she didn't deserve to breathe the same air as a straight girl.

and so maybe the next time you tell the fag to go hang themselves from the rafters,
imagine a young boy curled up into a ball as he contemplates the best way of how not
to grow up; whether covering the parquet floor with grey matter would be more or less
disturbing than using his father's tie to choke himself, and instead think of that boy's
best-friend-cum-lover holding his hand to fight off the demons.

because it's not just the words or the fists: it's teenage girls curling up in balls of
ill-disguised misery as boys try to make them straight; it's young boys torn between their
father's fist and their mother's love, and not knowing which one's more potent; it's
being burned from the inside out with all kinds of horrors. but no one - race, age,
sexuality be damned - deserves to be raped by monsters. stop lying about equal
opportunities when society dictates it's the victim who's to blame, where skinny jeans
and a preference for same-sex marriage can destroy a case. i want to know when you'll
wake up to the hypocrisy and lies spewing from your mouth, because i have.

henry ward beecher's last words were "here comes the mystery." teenagers should not
get the chance to solve that puzzle, and parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Definitely a wip.
Edit: August 1st 2012 - added the penultimate stanza.

Go and watch this. It's eighteen kinds of heartbreaking.

For :iconthewrittenrevolution: :
1.) Is the flow alright? Are there sentences that should be adjusted to make it read better?
2.) Does the poem make sense? For those of you in the LGBT community, does it seem like I know what I'm on about or does it just sound like angry ramblings?
3.) Is there any way I could improve the overall feel of the poem or is it alright as is?

Critiques here and here.

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x-Mercy-Dimwit-x's avatar
Slightly too much curling up, and the last stanza is a rant more than a poem, but the whole thing it's self if beauuuuutiiful. Utterly fantastically so. I love the end as well. Perfect. Also the title is really awesome, I might steal it. Generally I love this whole entire thing. I also love the " no person deserves to be despised based on who they make out with. " And just all of it. You're brilliant.