I'm so tired of writing poems about the queer struggle

Tired of comparing girls with dark eyes to holy oil

Because they say what we do is a sin

But when i close my eyes i swear my heart pounds with our fear

And in everything i write you can hear the echo of their cries

My siblings are being killed

And their murderer can plead gay or trans panic in 49 states

My siblings are being killed and people hold protests at their funerals

My siblings will have to forever have the wrong names on their tombstones

My siblings are having violence commited on them everyday

My siblings are homeless youth

Kicked out by their parents and labelled runaways

Can't you spare a nickel, everyone knows those gay guys can't live with without their hair products

My siblings are feeling their cheeks burn with shame for who they are

And all i can do is write these poems