I remember you...
I was 19yo when you were 18yo. As the news started, as they started to tell your story on the 6 o'clock news, I thought to myself... it could have been me.
I told your story out loud. No one will forget the man whose life was snuffed out, like a candle with wishes never realized. I saw that flame, and in seeing his and getting to know him as best as I could, I swore that nobody was going to snuff out mine.
You, Matthew... I will ring out the honors of you... I won't forget, and nobody I know will pass an anniversary of your death without hearing that bell tolling for you. I'll tell you to the world that I know.
Please, everybody... look up the boy who was lead out in the truck of two straight boys with promises of sex. Look up the boy who was tied to a wooden fence, beaten within an inch of his life. Look up the boy who bled out to the moment almost to death. Look up the boy who died in a hospital room, never regaining consciousness since the beating ended.
Look up the fucking scumbags who were tried and convicted, not of the murder they committed, but a lesser charge. Look up the defense of "gay panic". They lured him out of the gay bar panicking; they panicked driving to the cow pasture with the wooden fence there; and boy were they full of panic, or full of something, in that cow pasture.
I will remember you. You gave me strength of purpose to rage against the dying of the night, the sense of believing in myself enough to tell your story. The strength to live, love, and to sing with my soul to tell. I remember you.
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