The Coming Out Fear

Hello, my name is homosexual and I am Patrick...

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Gay

Gay

Not Straight

That's the thing that replaces my name is Gay 

And why

When all the time I'm so much more

Than what guy is on my mind but no I'm

Gay

Gay

Not Straight

And why the fuck does that spew hate

For my face

My mind

My taste 

In theatre

And mom looks pretty in

Purples and Pinks

It's all just

Gay

Gay 

Not Straight

And why when I am so much more?

I never gave myself a coming out story

Because I never felt the need

But surely if I did come out to everyone I see

It'd just be another

Means

To hurt and tear me down.

The fear

The anger

The pitter and patter

Of feet of men with guns and knives and bombs and fire and rope and broken bottles and gags and whips and please stop no don't come closer I'm calling my mother I'm calling my father no no no please stop no please stop no STOP please STOP JUST STOP STOP STOP no please

 

 

 

With booze on their breathe and no breathe in me because they came

To hurt or rape or kill

Destroy and all because of

Gay

Gay

Not straight

And why the fuck should these fears pollute me?

They shouldn't, I know, but I can't keep them at bay

The world's still pretty fucked up when it comes to us gays.

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