One Day

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Ey! So me and my friend, @1z2c3b4d5r6j7v8q9l0b wrote a poem, for Language Arts, and so I'm going to upload it! The normal font is Me speaking, the bold part is Her (Savi) speaking, and the italicized part is both of us speaking. Have fun reading our poem!

One day,
I was walking down the hallway,
And I heard someone call (me/her) gay,
I tried to ignore it but it stayed with me all day,
And I just walked away.

Every time. Every time that I see you, you call me this. You've called me-

Lesbian, gay, bisexual, homosexual, faggot.

The words that people use so freely do nothing but hurt me and others. They don't know that I lay awake listening to their words on repeat.

Lesbian, gay, bisexual, homosexual, faggot.

Why does it even matter who I like? We're all humans! We put labels on people and objects. It's so pointless!

Why do you even care?

People's opinions fall back on religion. Just because the world started with a girl and boy doesn't mean it has to stay like that.

If you let these words fly around, maybe one day it will hit someone and knock them down.

Little do you know how much these words can hurt. The victims start out fine but then they slowly float down to an abyss of sadness that takes a lifetime to climb out of.... without help.

I just don't understand!

You don't know how hard their life could be. You don't need to add to their pile of worries.

Try walking in their shoes for one day.

That boy that you called gay has to wear long sleeves to hide his self-inflicted pain that was caused by your words. These are the consequences of the words you've spit out of your mouth. Close your eyes and think.

You.

Caused.

This.

One day,
I was walking down the hallway,
And I heard someone call (me/her) gay,
I looked around me and heard a "hey!",
And together we walked away.

(A/N)

Okie well that was our poem, hope it wasn't confusing the way I had to change the font. I personally think that it sounds better performed, not read, but this will have to do.

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