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I walk as they whisper
"Battybwoy dat mon,"
"Fish,"
"Him fi dead!,"
Why am I the way I am?
Am I wrong for being different?
Why do they say such things about me?
They say man to man is wrong but woman and woman is acceptable enough to not criticize?. Because three sums are acceptable with two females?
But if it's the other way around
Kill them
Wrong!
I can't change myself to live up to their standards
I want what I want
Do I dare to remain different?
Walking quickly I don't look back fear that me looking at them might cause them to throw more curse words at me or even worst
Start a fight
Not saying I can't fight but I'm way too pretty to be fighting grown men!
I don't understand why do men bash gays so much? If you don't like the fact I like divk then that's fine but threatening me and making to harm me because of my likes is ridiculous
I blame nobody but myself for this...
Gay
That's the first thing my parents said when I was five
"Mi no waah no battyman inna mi house!," my mother would shout
My dad would beat me senseless
"Mi one pickney and him a battyman," he would say hitting me upside my head
"Battyman fi dead," he said that one time pointing his gun at me
I cried scared legs trembling in the corner of the dim lit room
Is my father really about to kill me?
His only child?
He's a police officer so I guess he'd get away with it
"Daddy mi sorry," I shout falling down
"Nuh utter dat outta yuh faggot mouth!,"
"Daddy who,?"
I dread looking at his face and the muzzle of his handgun pointing at my head
For the first time I prayed that he wouldn't kill me...
"I can change," i cried going on my knees begging him
