It’s not hard to imagine getting bullied for being you.
Be yourself and minds will narrow.
Speak your mind and death threats will follow.
This is how The Book of Hate begins.
It’s not hard to imagine CaZZ as Bullied Holiday in Tranny Sings the Blues.
It’s not hard to imagine another CaZZ gasping for tomorrow.
Waking up neither safe nor sound.
Not feeling dynamite enough to blow up the hurt.
It’s not hard to imagine some of the teachers at our school saying CaZZ deserved it because she was too comfortable in her own skin.
It’s not hard to imagine another Estelle picked on because she’s uncategorizable, a queerious who makes up her own words and does not care if the world understands her or not.
It’s not hard to imagine another Ken Z getting teased for being too geeky, too much into books, too into Oscar Wilde to be a macho man: skinny legs, skinnier arms.
It’s not hard to imagine outsiders of the world uniting, not giving in or giving up or turning the other cheek.
It’s not hard to imagine finding strength in the darkest spaces, during the saddest hours.