You come into this world with the reassurance of acceptance and love.
Boy like girls,
girls like boys,
boys wear blue,
girls wear pink.
All these things are planted into your mind and like a tree
they make roots and they spread and they wither.
It starts to happen,
like a wave washing away a city of people who just want to be loved.
You see him or her, and that tree is uprooted.
You’ve heard of them,
the LGBTQ +,
the people that like the same gender or change themselves,
and you’re not taught that it’s wrong but it’s different,
the roots in your brain won’t allow you to see that they’re to same.
You might say,
I support gay rights,
when you're the one that created the need for them.
The closet is a four walled wall to separate us from you,
to show that we are different.
The little boy or girl can’t see through all the clothes and once they see,
they realize this closet as no doors.
The closet has no doors
and they are afraid to break the walls down
because on the other side might be the noose
waiting for their neck to be hung from the words of the people that don’t accept them.
They have to tear and scratch at the walls until their fingers bleed,
not of blood,
but of loneliness.
You might say,
this doesn’t happen,
well wake up.
See the girls and boys that think it’s better to end it all then to stay here with you,
because I’ve seen.
I’ve seen the people who choose blades over backpacks,
darkness over light,
who think the dark voids of hell are better,
because that’s where you’ll go.
Salvation is more like sexual orientation.
This nation, the one I speak,
in the one I breathe in
might give me rights,
and I might be free,
but we will never be truly free until every LGBT- no EVERYONE
feels safe and welcome to be themselves.
This difference is like a spotlight,
shining on the victim of the curse laid upon them by god.
Why god why?
knees bloody with praying to a god who does not listen.
They don’t see that Gay is a synonym for spinning colors
Gay is a word that today is used for bad.
The word that made me nervous to write this
like the endless sorrow of a song without a melody.
The remedy doesn’t lie in me,
it doesn’t lie in you,
it relies in us as a society
but how can we change society if all we can do is state differences,
how can we change if we can’t even rearrange the thoughts
of what’s good and what’s bad.
How can me liking a boy change who I am.
Change, change you queer
Change you faggot
Change you ugly piece of trash
These words not said yet amplified from you
No I don’t want to dance with you,
Get your eyes off my hands as if they’re ready for nails
Get your eyes off my body as if it’s ready to be impaled
Stop with your looks and stares, we can still see them
Stop with your whispers and gossips, we can still hear them
Stop with your lies and falsifying ties
Stop with your words like glass storms they cut me
Just like her wrists
Why do you stare at me
Why do you care about what I wear
Why why why
Stop with your hatred and your justifications
Stop looking at me as if you’ve never seen a gay person before
A gay person is just a person
God is gay too
God dammit you Homosexual
but not just you
Everyone in the LGBT not the LBTG or LQTGB
That’s the LGBTTQQIAAP
Stop deciding god's plan for me,
when all I see is sky,
and for a moment,
just for a moment,
the world dies.