Those times came for me in an instant, and a life dreamt up by a gay kid in the hollers of Appalachia, a kid who fought poverty, homophobia, and violence to build his dream, shattered on the spot.
I really, really enjoyed this. As a Kentuckian, who grew up just down the highway from Mt. Sterling, I found this especially interesting. I remember when the author won teacher of the year here in KY too, and to know what happened after is just...infuriating, honestly. Why do bigots always have to show their ugly faces?
The poetry was beautiful, as was the story that unfolded within the poems. I can relate SO MUCH, especially to the parts about losing accents and feeling ashamed of how I speak. I mask my accent hard, and have for years, and I wish now that I had never started because it's so hard to get it back around strangers.
Also let's talk about this:
which weighed a lot to a boy who knew grown men named June-Bug and Chigger.
I just want to mention that we had a June Bug in our family, and a dog named Chigger who was my sister's as a kid. We now have a second dog named Chiglet, who looks like the first Chigger.
SO there's that!