the word rings in my head
as if the cruel sentence was being yelled into my face,
though i know it was but a whisper,
a soft sound hardly coming out of harsh lips and a cold mind.
my mind foggy and confused
as i pull apart the syllables
and listen to every sound within the word,
such a simple word.
how can two syllables carry such hatred?
how can five letters drip with disrespect as though a sponge?
how can sound made by human mouths effect your thoughts,
your own private words
held only in your mind.
i stare at my feet and my fingers run wild in my hands.
the simple word still loud and fresh in my mind.
faggot.
