Yet I live on

As I wash my hands the cheerleaders change into their new uniforms

   they don't know that I am washing my ring which takes more time than my hands

they snicker and call me queer

       they cringe and act as though I will rape them where they stand

                                     And yet I live

 walk the halls and every guy tries to "convert" me as though who I am was a choice on my part

               They brag of their prowest to see me become curious and when I turn to them indifferent to their advances they say the cruelest of words ever spoken by human lips

                                     And yet I live

I live through the jugement and the scrutney through it all

                                                        We Live On

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