The aching of being burned
is something that I will never forget;
The way I felt my stomach churn
for the taste of a lit cigarette.
I thought I could trust them
but I was rejected.
I was no longer their precious gem
I became neglected.
Maybe in a land far away I could be free
and I would no longer have to pretend.
A beautiful place where I could be Me,
not a place where I would need to blend.
There are many others like I,
Who are thrown away,
left by their families to die
After all, "We chose to be this way"
Because we "chose" to be Gay.
