Blind Rage

Slut

Whore

Bitch

Fag

Words that have become home

Sewn into identity

Branded by imperfect souls

No one’s hands are fully clean

If only eyes could open doors

Instead of stare behind front row windows

Razors would be only for face and legs

Amanda and Phoebe

Would still be standing here

“Die motherfucker die!”

Would you still smile

After breathing in that line?

Every minute of every day

Until your lungs break open pain

There’s excitement behind an incitement

Until blood fills the bathtub to the rim

Until defeat hangs like a white flag

Until an embodiment of love

Can no longer love on this earth

Resolve rage that coils the heart

Chip away at cold insecurities

Think before you speak

Greatness should never be

Blinded so easily

~Frank Anthony

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