Thank you, America!

Thank you, America, for the chance to live free, Free of smiles and joys, Free of girls and boys. Thank you, America, for opportunity To live in fear And be called "queer". Thank you, America, for protecting me From my own kind, From my own mind. Thank you, America, for helping me see Soul-fucking strife At the end of my life. Thank you, America, thank you so much For the right to not write my most sacred thoughts Out of fear they'll be used to fire those shots That will end my dull, confused, hidden journey That will end my right to never think clearly. Thank you, America, for killing my soul At thirteen, for providing a hole To rage quietly in, for serving up whole The myth of my sin. Thank you, America, for letting me live, Despite your intentions, Despite your inventions, Your preventive elections. Thank you, America, for all the right words That tumble like turds From perpetual bleeders, From the mouths of our leaders. Thank you, America, For the right not to die, For the right not to cry, For the right not to try for that ultimate high. Thank you, America, soul full of God, So full of right, Soulful of might, Goose-stepping left, Goose-stepping right. Thank you, America, for forcing me free, Your guns aimed at me, Your noose in the tree, For bending my knee. Thank you, America, for policing myself, For my soul on the shelf, For killing the dove, For losing my love. Thank you, America, for the freedom to hate Kids who masturbate, Boys who love boys, Men-loving boys, Boys who love men, Different colors of skin, One nation under God, An uncovered bod, And, measure for measure, All innocent pleasure. Thank you, America, for making me hate thee, The womb of my Mother, The lie that I am free, The lack of another. And thank you, America, for this most of all: That whatever rises Must stumble and fall. I long for your crisis And wait for your fall. May you fail your devices, And tumble... and FALL. Nickless