I Chose to be Gay


I chose to be spat on in public.
I chose to be called names.
Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.
I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.
I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
I chose to be punished for holding hands
While others nearly fornicated 3 feet to the left
And got a blind eye turned their way.
I chose to be told:
"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from love."
I chose to have to beg my mother for acceptance,
Only to hear her say:
I chose to risk life
For the woman I so truly care for
Because we are both of Venus.
I chose to forsake marriage
So that a man and a woman who hate each other
Can live 'happily never after'
In their world of white picket lies.
I chose to cry night after night
Over a love that would forever elude me.
I chose to be this way.
I chose
To be Gay.


Lady of Dreams

I love this--one of my best friends is les. I'm gonna have to show her this. She'll love it. Thanks for being yourself. You're amazing.


I am going to share this to my poetry club and say your name. This is absolutely fantastic!


Wow... I'm in love with this. People need to know it's not a choice. Thank you for this.

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