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Eliza Valenti Mar 4, 2019

The first word I spoke

Was to call out

To the one who would

Never understand me.

 

The first poem I wrote

Was for the one

Who would trample on

The pieces of my heart.

 

The first song I sang

Was for the one

Who would brand me

A faggot.

 

And now

Every poem, every word

Every song, every story

Has been tainted.

 

Blinding darkness

Thundering silence

And Blank pages

Are all that remains.