Poetry Pride


This poem is part of my June 2022 Pride poetry series.

  1. At the altar for some bread; something else I got instead:
  2. A weaponed cross against my head that broke my heart and made me bled.
  3. Hoping for a holy drink but in the time that I could blink,
  4. My head is filled with awful stink, into my hardened seat did sink.
  5. Long ago, you were a friend, but maybe that has reached its end;
  6. So frivolously you did offend, that maybe now it’s just pretend.
  7. Now I sit here seething still, my heart and soul are feeling ill.
  8. Anger did my breathing fill, platitudes are leaving chill.

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By Kim Siever

Kim Siever is an independent queer journalist based in Lethbridge, Alberta. He writes daily news articles, focusing on politics and labour.

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