Oh! You pretty thing,
carefree yet scared,
ready to kick the past in the balls
and skate across the boardwalk
into the sunny smiles and cloudless skies
of a free future you demanded.
Bury those bigots
deep into the closet
where they locked you away,
speak the truth you were forced to suppress.
Spit in the eyes of those fools
and let them see
that you’ve really made the grade.
*for Andrea
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 