Choice
Two hundred twenty thousand words in the dictionary,
and you chose gay.
Countless adjectives in every language,
and you chose gay.
Enlighten me, don't be cautionary,
because your choice was made.
It's not defined by age;
they didn't choose to be this way.
Blame them for who they are,
for their unconditional love.
Brand them with names that scar,
the ones they're sick of.
No one chose this life,
but they proudly live it.
Even through all the strife
that they are given.
When you're faced with a choice,
don't forget to remember:
everyone has a voice,
one that rings forever.
Orientation aside,
gay, straight, lesbian, transgender, or bi,
you have a choice,
and they have a right.
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