Dear media: no more dead gay kids, please
in movies
No more small town hate
No more words scrawled into bodies and lockers and hearts
We’ve had enough of that, thanks

No more dead gays adults, either
No more obituaries written:
Dead by their peer’s hands
Dead by their own hands
Dead by the hands of life, maybe
And, oh, isn’t it sad
They left their lover behind
To suffer in silence
We get enough of that in real life, thanks

Dear critics: no more praise, please
For dead gay kids, adults, people
in movies
No more lauding
As “so realistic!”
We’re pretty tired of realism, thanks

We’re pretty tired of seeing our lives
Or what our lives could be, were we less lucky
In movies, and television shows
We’re tired of the slurs and the hatred
Of the black and blue eyes and
The black and blue hearts
We’re sick of being sick of life, thanks

To those who say: but, it’s just realistic!
Suicides happen! Hate crimes happen!
So why not put them in movies?
Please, please, please stop
We know
We know how goddamn realistic it is
Because we live it, day in and day out
We see it, day in and day out
We get it, we know
Please stop reminding us, thanks

Movies/television/songs
A medley of escape,
But not for use
Please let us escape, for once, thanks

And to those who say: but, it’s just realistic!
You can tell me yourself
How damn realistic it is
When you live seeing people like you
Dead and dying inside, outside, everywhere
You can tell me yourself
How it’s only like real life
When you’ve had breakdowns in the shower
Because, oh god, what if they don’t love me anymore
What if no one loves me anymore

You can tell me yourself
To get over it
When you’ve know how it feels
To tell a new person
How it never gets easier
How it always, always feels like jumping off a cliff
How it always, always seems like drowning in ice water

Because this isn’t just rejection
This isn’t just hurt feelings
This is life and death, in a way you’ll hopefully never know
This is the thought: oh, god, oh please
Please, I don’t want to be another dead gay kid
In the movies
Played by some actor
I’ve never actually liked

You can do all this
And then you can tell me
That I’m never getting that movie I want
The one that’s extra happy and extra sappy
The one where they go dancing
To the tinny music from their iPods,
And they fall over,
But god, they’re laughing
Because life is good and life is great
Because it’s not them against the world:
It’s them with the world, all humming

You can tell me
That I’m never getting the movie I want
Because girls just don’t fall in love with girls,
Or boys with boys,
Without consequences, you see
Well, I’m kinda getting sick
Of being the only one
Who can’t fall in love
Without consequences, thanks

And to those who say: it’d just give you false hope!
Yeah, maybe
Maybe it won’t be that way
In my lifetime, in yours
But, god, I need that false hope
God, we need that hope
Because if we don’t
They’ll make more movies about us
Where we fall in love
And we die for it
And we’re a lesson

I don’t want to be a lesson anymore, thanks

Dear media/movies/critics/life:
Please no more dead gay kids

Thanks