The Fear

The Fear

They tell me to run
they tell me to hide
they tell me to bottle up
everything inside.
But maybe that's too easy.

They tell me she's a kidnapper,
they tell me he's a crazed rapist,
the tell me they are the enemy.
But again, maybe that's too easy.

They tell me they hide in the shadows
They tell me they pray our souls
they tell me beware of the Black Man,
and Hispanic man,
or any man, for they are as dark as crows.

They tell me to fear Him
They tell me society is at war
They tell me condoms make girls into whores.
Really? But they say, buying makes this all go away.

They tell me that boys are dirty
They tell me the City lies
The tell me that we should be afraid of those,
of whom we call Queer.

These are moans and cries, of people suffocating from the fear.

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