homosexuality
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Malice, envy, and strife are destructive to everybody.
We should be impartial and condemn all wars.
Do not let anybody teach you to fight and kill one another.
Fearlessly censure arrogant tyrants.
Homosexuals are offended when people say they do not like them
They want decent people to agree with their immoral lifestyle
And if you denounce their obscenity, sodomy and sexual perversion,
By now in life you have faced some demons;
Learned the corners and closets to avoid.
You coddle your innocence
In the soft and cuddly things around you.
When I was young,
Had I heard your voice,
I'd have said,
You were a queer.
Someone said,
That in the Bible,
Those like you were bad.
Those like me were good.
As I stand at this gateway
I think of heaven
In my head it is framed
As a world with no enemy
A world with a perfect God
A world colored gold by faith
Day in and out, we speak of Diversity,
Commend Creativity,
Condemn pure Consistency.
We dream of a world full of Abnormality,
Homosexuality,
When, in Reality,
I felt him
rise from his deep slumber
The new day shall begin
as the old day is numbered
He felt me
gravitate towards the light
I felt the need to be free
but it was too bright
Sweet fruit,
Forbidden fruit,
I shall ignore god's warning,
For to taste ambrosia I shall sin ten-thousand times more.
I cannot resist the serpent,
Nor do I think I would so desire.
you say it's such pretty hair
i am concealed from the person i want to be
one day i must be myself
it's a feeling i have deeply within me
hide every aspect of yourself
girl is sensual,girl likes sitting on a washing machinewith her mascara mouth openchanting something she learned in a pop song.
my body remembers yours.
I see film stills of the small imprint
of a heart against the flushed skin
of your neck, where the necklace
had pushed against your breath.
i went to church once, and you are
god wears a necklace with a thin gold chain
and "julia" written in script, a name clutched
in the hollow of a sunkissed throat.
god wears a soft blue skirt with
Meaning to my existence flees from me
Must I decide from various notions
When decisions are my own cup of tea
Based on preference, not by promotions
Should he choose to stay for me
I'll look at him and wonder
Will his love be for me to keep,
Or tear my heart asunder?
Raised by fear, fueled by hatred.You believed without question,That you had been told the truth,
I'll kiss you eight times in these lines,
The eight beats for me, a lifetime.
Now, last press of your lips to mine,
I am not broken
Because I need things to be just right,
Because I worry about the little things,
Because my fears are unrealistic.
I am not broken, you just don’t understand.
I am not broken
Why must we hide
Why must we apologize
Why must we be criticized
For who we are inside
I see no reason to lie
People are monsters
Hating those who just want
To love
"Do close your eyes and awaken from the pain
Re-read the tears separated from rain
Mi, only mi, will tell you when your sane,"
Father has told me, once and again.
Disregard the color of the skin that you see on each person,
Forget that they are either male or female,
Who are they? Are they someone who lives a daily life?
What does it really matter?
If I could change anything
I would change a dad’s mind
I would make him still love
By choice; not just to be kind
If I could change anything
I would change those who stare
The 21st century- a time of technology and innovation
But what good is this with unhappy people around the nation?
Body image and mind are sparesely accepted
Nobody wants to feel rejected
"Homosexuality is a sin!"
Love is patient
Love is kind
We are made in the image of God
Love conquers hate
Love makes us human
Love your neighbor as yourself
Evil is wrong
Evil is sinful
Living as different people, different species manages to dictate our lives somehow.
Oh, the Confused as they call me in my home
In my head stuck inside, raping my outs with lies
Provoking the truth , basking in youth
He tells me he's gay and watches my face. "Well?" he says.
A thousand thoughts flash through my head,
But they come down to this:
I am not his father.
If I were, I might ask "why?"
Catholic school does a number on a child,
He never knows what to believe.
Dear God, that woman in the habit she rapped my fingers time and time again when I’d take the Lord’s name in vain,
Turning the tables what could that be like?
Would you be the one crying all night?
Would you wake up wishing you could just stop opening your eye’s yeah I wonder what would that be like?
Do you?
we didn’t start off as the hours on the phone type.
both of us were completely comfortable in our own awkward silence.
time was spent doing nothing most days.
but it became something when beside her.
In the winter,
I felt something strange
I made angels in my admiration
Expecting it to melt away
And in the Spring,
The flowers began to bloom
My imagination like a bee,
Budding feelings made me see,
Shhhh! Do not you dare compare him to I!
For he was not born within a skin that does not comply.
I am beautiful, of this I have no doubt,
But this is a fact, not a way to stand out.
Orphaned at birth
Give him to a druggie
Giver her an abuser
As long as their not gay
Not some faggot fairy
Who will corrupt the kids
So what if two men
Two women love
They're homo
How naive are we to believe that the civil rights movement is over?
Is it because we can all vote for our presidents?
Because no black man has to fear a master, running away from the screams?
I look around at the world of which I'm a part of,
and then I always ask a simple question:
Where is all the love?
I cannot be at peace when people are not free.
This is not how we were meant to be.
