Poem I Wrote Two Years Ago

The one that you call Fatass,
Did you know she starves herself?
She’ll lodge her fingers too far back
She’ll jeopardize her health.

The one that you call Loser,
Did you know he cuts himself each night?
He is his own abuser,
And he’s losing his own fight.

The one that you call Whore,
Did you know she’s never kissed a boy?
You compare her legs to doors
And your hurtful words destroy.

The one that you call Retard,
Did you know he is dyslexic?
Every day he struggles hard
Just as you call him pathetic.

The one you call Gay,
Did you know he’s suicidal?
He might not make it through the day;
The razor blade is his new idol.

Is this the price we’re asked to pay
For acceptance and normality?
If this is true what can we say
For our own species: humanity?

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