Abused Gay Minority

The demonic souls cut your self-worth for a game

To you it was all second nature but the shame

With the understanding that they were better

It was all fun and games in that camp letter

No one came to my rescue much like at home

Where the abuse was rampant, and we were prone

To the quick snap of the belt for disobeying

Or not following the rules thus betraying

The picture-perfect Mother who had us sworn

To keep it within the family like we were just born

Harboring the family secrets kept entirely silent

And tolerate the pain and injustice of the tyrant

Behavior we learned so well at home

Later had become the disobedience throne

A slap to the face, a kick to the knee, a drop to the floor

Was later relived in school for kids who chose you to score

For fear of what would happen after school, I clung closely

To those childhood buds, who cheated off me mostly

A time not to be forgotten, for those days of anxiety

Taught me the rights you have as an abused, gay minority

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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