Call on me Next
Thoughts ready, hand raised
But do I say what I want to say
You just told my class it's not okay
To express yourself if you are gay
Class continues, my hand is up
But you just told my class you've had enough
Told us another load of Holy stuff
Referenced the Bible to shut us up
Religion class, my hand is waving
But you just questioned if we're worth saving
Said we give in too much to our cravings
and referenced sin in how we are behaving
At home now, my hands are folded
asked God why we've all been scolded
Can't a boy love a boy if its how he's molded?
Why in school can't my morals be upholded
For I believe God views all love as golden.
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