The Coming Out Fear
Hello, my name is homosexual and I am Patrick...
PAUSE
Gay
Gay
Not Straight
That's the thing that replaces my name is Gay
And why
When all the time I'm so much more
Than what guy is on my mind but no I'm
Gay
Gay
Not Straight
And why the fuck does that spew hate
For my face
My mind
My taste
In theatre
And mom looks pretty in
Purples and Pinks
It's all just
Gay
Gay
Not Straight
And why when I am so much more?
I never gave myself a coming out story
Because I never felt the need
But surely if I did come out to everyone I see
It'd just be another
Means
To hurt and tear me down.
The fear
The anger
The pitter and patter
Of feet of men with guns and knives and bombs and fire and rope and broken bottles and gags and whips and please stop no don't come closer I'm calling my mother I'm calling my father no no no please stop no please stop no STOP please STOP JUST STOP STOP STOP no please
With booze on their breathe and no breathe in me because they came
To hurt or rape or kill
Destroy and all because of
Gay
Gay
Not straight
And why the fuck should these fears pollute me?
They shouldn't, I know, but I can't keep them at bay
The world's still pretty fucked up when it comes to us gays.