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I admire your words,
you let them grow ripe,
pluck them when ready,
let them fester in silence,
I despise them.

You dismiss me as young,
because you can patronise me,
because when you said The Monkees, I thought Arctic Monkeys,
because I’ll never submit to your archaic ways,
you loathe me for having opinions that aren’t yours.

You call me faggot,
because I want to get married,
because I don’t want your cure,
because I’m going to hell,
you can’t stand my pride.

You spit vitriol, call me lazy,
because numbness creeps through my bones,
because I wasn’t lying,
because I tore my skin to rip depression out,
I won that fight without you.

I admired your words,
you let them grow ripe,
plucked them when ready,
let them fester in silence,
I’ve grown deaf to you.

 

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Matthew Tordoff is a journalist/writer for Affinity Magazine and Atwood Magazine. He is an inter-sectional feminist, member of the LGBTQ+ community, and can often be found curled up somewhere warm, with his nose stuck in a book.

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