God created us all in love
Why can't I be normal?
Why must I feel this way?
Some people call me a faggot,
Others just say I'm gay.
What does it matter who I love?
Why can't I just live my life?
There is no need to ridicule me,
Or cause me all of this strife.
Who are you to judge me?
Who the hell gave you the right
To persecute and tease me
For your own selfish delight?
I'm "coming out of the closet".
I find no reason to hide.
I hope you are offended
By my enormous sense of pride.
So you can keep calling me "fag" and "queer",
These words won't hurt anymore.
I let these words roll off my shoulder
But there's on thing I can't ignore:
I won't stand aside and watch
As you victimize people like me.
It's something I won't tolerate
And pretty soon you'll see
That God created us all in love.
We are all equal to each other.
And the greatest advice that I can give
Is for us all to love one another.
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