dear homophobes,
I am forced to stay secret,
suppressed, oppressed.
I am forced to hide who I am
fated to hatred.
there are many like me,
suppressed, oppressed.
some are accepted, most have to hide,
fated to hatred.
why can't you just accept us,
suppressed, oppressed.
just take us as who we are,
fated to hatred.
we won't do this anymore, won't be
suppressed, oppressed.
we refuse to just resign to be
fated to hatred.
if you don't like us, want us
suppressed, oppressed,
then let's see how you would fare,
fated to hatred.
regards, the gays.
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still dying. my life is not going at all well right now.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
