Five Points Vol. 24, No. 1
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Dustin Brookshire
Villanelle For All Us Faggots
Have you been called a faggot from a moving car?
You never forget your first time.
They see your faggin’ shining like a star.
“Faggot!” burns like acid & sticks like tar.
Embracing your truth is treated like a crime.
Ever been called a faggot from a moving car?
The experience will slice, leaving a deep scar,
especially when living proudly in your prime,
even with your faggin’ shining like a star.
Walking to Burkharks, my favorite gay bar
for a drag show and vodka tonic with lime,
I was called a faggot from a moving car.
I fast-walked to the door, even though it wasn’t far.
Beads of sweat formed. I made record time.
The driver targeted my faggin’ shining like a star.
When fists follow “faggot,” it’s goddamn bizarre—
sixteen states won’t prosecute as a hate crime.
Cowards will call us faggots from a moving car.
Our faggin’ can’t dim. We must shine like stars.