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Hate Crime (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

“Faggot!’” Timmy and his crew yelled as they kicked poor Mikey, a happy gay boy. Timmy and his crew didn’t like anyone that was happy, because they were unhappy.

“Faggot!” Timmy kept yelling. He kicked Mikey in the stomach, in the his arm, in his back, in his face, in his face, Timmy kicked Mikey in his face so hard it bashed in his front teeth.

Mikey was bleeding, crying, screaming, “Help! Me!” blood gargled out of his mouth.

Timmy hated Mikey but he didn’t know why. He was jealous of Mikey for being himself. Timmy’s daddy and momma wouldn’t let him be himself. “Shut up, Faggot!” Timmy picked up a large, heavy rock, he could barely grasp, and held it up high.

“What are you doing man!” someone from the crew yelled out. Timmy let the rock drop on Mikey’s head and it crushed his skull. “You killed him!  Oh, man,  you killed him!”

Timmy stood there breathing like a monster. He was satisfied at destroying God’s gift of life. Mikey was no longer a happy gay boy. He was a dead gay boy.


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