Your homophobic
discourse soiled my
air supply your ivory
tower theology
slit my loved ones’
throats I’m trying
to go to class without
dead friends in my
backpack just trying
to touch my girl’s shoulder
in the grass you want
to un-affirm me to
“lobotomize me with a
crowbar” well the murdered
trans angels (18 this year yet)
leak brimstone into your
praying mouths
Young Americans for Freedom
Child Oriented Policy
Sycamore Trust
Irish Rover
your cowardly
pontification is a cultural
bullet at the gay massacre
you burned us you
beat us in alleys you
watched us die of AIDS
and yet I’m here, laying
waste to your reproductive
futurism I’m here in class
with my gender on my
sleeve and centuries of dead
queers in my old navy
backpack if you want me gone
come to my dorm room,
you are going to need
and a backbone and better
words you are going to
need a much bigger
crowbar.

Audrey Lindemann

junior

Sept. 19

The views expressed in this Letter to the Editor are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.

Tags: Campus Activism, Civil Rights, gay pride, homophobia, LGBTQ, LGBTQ rights