Everyday when I get home I lay in bed
I lay in bed and watch gay poetry slams
I lay in bed and watch coming out videos
This topic of society creates an adventure in my head
Knowing that these people are all connected,
Knowing that we are all connected.
Knowing that I am connected.

Do people go through "phases" or are people just bring to celebrate a culture that is denied by oppression.
I don't understand, my head does not, can not, and will not feel the same as the rest of the world.
I am my own, I have different ways of living than some, but I still have the same similarities as other human beings.
We all have similarities as human beings.

At age 7, I looked at her and knew I was different.
Knowing forever that this moment would stand still in my mind.
Knew that her graceful posture would be engraved on my brain.
Now I know that it still runs through my veins as slow as I run at soccer practice.
ha.
And lately, she has been eating my entire soul and creeping up through my spine making it almost
impossible to think straight.
But, I'm not 7 anymore. And almost ten years later, peoples view on homosexuality remains the same.
I go to sleep at night thinking that my children may be discriminated apron because they have two mothers.
OH NO WORLD, I HAVE A VAGINA.
AND, I ALSO LIKE VAGINAS.
i also am ashamed.
I am ashamed because I am attracted to both male and female.

When I was 15, I fell in "love" with a boy.
HIs skin was softer than my grandmothers'
don't think about it.
But, when I looked into his eyes, I could see the sea of people who has hatred for him.
And, as I looked farther, I saw the souls he already captured and saw their fingertips attempting to crawl out, but then he would out eye drops into his dry eyes.
And, they would slowing sink back down.
I got the hell out of there.
Then this year I stumbled apron my girlfriend.

But, I still feel ashamed when I hold my girlfriends' hand in the hallway. I turn to leave, knowing I should have kissed her but I still crave for acceptance.
I still hold out to be known.
Have you ever heard of a bi-sexual country artist.
How do I become something people reject?

You can't say we have freedom if we have to move to California to get married.
You can't say I have freedom if I have to continue to feel ashamed.
Don't say I have freedom.

Saw my ex-boyfriend outside my girlfriends' class. I merely said bye and hugged her.

Don't say we have freedom.