Raised in the 70's, and ridiculed for being gay, I have learned that it is not my issue, it is society's issue.
I am not this way because you did something wrong,
It’s not because of hearing some strange song,
I’m not too young to know who and what I am,
There were no gangs to make me follow them.
You choose not to see the good in me,
My morals and standards are of quality.
I am educated, loyal and have the highest integrity,
Again these things you do not see.
If your God is in fact a God of love,
Then let him judge from up above.
I feel no shame, and hold my head up high,
I will be blessed to go to heaven when I die.
You see down here, the sinners are our fate,
Filled with prejudice, anger and too much hate.
What I am is neither a fad nor a choice I made,
Freedom and rights have been the price I have paid.
This poem I write isn’t just for one person to say,
It is for all the people in this world that are gay.
I love your poem. It is such a hard choice to make. I made my choice MANY years ago. I'm sorry it is still so hard. I'm sorry people are still so harsh. Welcome to the club.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2005
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