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An author asks the following questions in a poem: Should you call a thief a thief? Should you call a fool a fool? Should you call a wicked person a wicked person? Should you call a liar a liar?
If a man robbed you, what would you call him? Would you say he is a nice man? Who among you would not say he is a thief? Is it wrong to call a fool a fool? Is it wrong to call a wicked person wicked?
a night remembered by the whispers in the dark and breathy sighs shared between two young lovers speaking through shaking hands
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.
Eigth grade is when I found out That straight did not define me A single small peck On the lips was that it took. Oh, how scared I was I had grown up around hate That those who are gay
I’ve been here before Way too many times. I’ve spent countless nights in terror Letting out frantic cries. I’ve plotted my death Again, again, and again. I’m willing to give up this fight, After all, it seems to have no end To you, to him, to her
That feeling, those feelings, that tingling I have The twinkling, the gleaming, screaming within The bleeding, the pleading, the grieving that’s been Confusing when it’s who I am.
Dear mom, I am sorry for what I have put you through. For not being your ideal daughter. For not fulfilling what is asked of me As a white, American girl.
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings, Make me feel your presence in it's entirety. Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but I don't care if you don't, and
"There's something bad about her. There's something not quite." I heard a father say to a little boy one night.
I demand change. In these twisted, damaging days. Where women are afraid to leave for work for fear of merciless rape Where people of color cannot receive a fair wage
I see you looking at me,
The same brain, body and gender. Having a light make-up, We go out. Wearing pink dresses and high-heels. As usual...
My moms sent me an email and said read it and do what I do best which is telling the truth. See I’m only 20 and I love to spit the truth because I make people think about something that they thought they already knew.
Sweetheart, let me in.It's time for our lives to b
Do you hate me, do hate me for whom I’m attracted to Well, its not my fault, I was born this way I can’t change it and I shouldn’t try I’m gay and I accept who I am. I had hated myself for so long
I fell in love Woth a woman Who taught me how to love. Because of this love I'm a Faggot Dyke Sinner Slut Whore; An abomination. When did the world turn to hate?
I am a very religious heterosexual female. I am currently dating a guy, going on a year now. We are very happy together and we've even discussed marriage way down the road.
My eyes have been wide openSince as long as I can remember."Love" was a word, an action, an emotionThat was second nature to me.
When I look at you, I see what it means to be alive. Your presence is all-consuming. I look to you because I simply cannot get enough and want yo see what you'll do next.
Straight girl walks in a crooked line Straight to hell, ignoring the signs. Nothing is straight under pressure, Living under a forever broken spine. Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
Down the halls its hard enough “Fag” “Gay” “Queer, that’s never enough Into the locker my face gets stuck A teacher walks by and gives me a shrug Finally in class In the middle I sit
We, The people of America, who fought for Liberty, Freedom, and Equality, Continue to live in a world full of discrimination. “Are You sure?”
I'm a chromatic entity A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow Are you understanding me? A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
If my son were gay, I’d slap him With a nice high five. Because coming out to your dad, Takes balls that most men don’t have.
I'm lost. But I remember you. "I'll give up everything. I love you." These words were meant for you. I needed the fire burning in your eyes. Otherwise I'd be unable to see
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
Just because they are gay, we shouldn't take our right to get married away. Walking down the road, hand-in-hand with their loved ones does not affect anyone around them.
The church stood on one side The street on the other And I was the illegitimate child scorned to no acceptance Bound to redefine the limit that could not be reached Forced to hide in the shadows
I fought the will to live a tragedy, to sacrifice pain and wear a smile no matter what. A fool amongst wise men. A liar amongst the blind. A friend to people who have not a clue of the person I am.
I cry. I cry every night Every night because I know one day One day me and my girlfriend will never marry each other because we're heterosexuals.