The Hard Truth
In this life, you will see
There are no guarantees
Always high expectations
And no way to succeed.
They tell you who to be
But they can’t really see
How they’re completely blinded
By the norms of society.
I might be different
But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong
But because I see in a new light
It means I don’t belong.
I’ve been taught many things
Like morals and decency
I grew up in church
Learning about common courtesy.
They taught me about loving
One another unconditionally
That God sees all His children
As the same – equally.
So when did we discover
That we had every right
To fight over sexual preference
When there are wars to fight?
They say I must be sinning
That I just don’t understand
That loving another from the same sex
Was never in God’s plan.
But if that were really true
Then why would God make
Me feel the way I do
If He makes no mistakes.
They say it’s something unnatural
That no one is born this way.
But I remember feeling different
Long before I knew I was gay.
When I was a little girl
I watched I’ll Be Home for Christmas
But instead of being Jessica Biel
I was Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
I didn’t like to play with Barbies
I preferred playing outside
Lace and hose and dresses
Just didn’t feel right.
My mother never understood it
Because she liked girly things
But I refused to conform
To something that wasn’t me.
We shouldn’t have to pretend
To be something we’re not
And we shouldn’t have to worry
About being ridiculed or shot.
When I love, I love deeply
The sex – it shouldn’t hinder
Because nowadays you rarely see
Love work out, regardless of gender.
How many straight marriages
End in nasty ways
But no one ever mentions that
When arguing over marriage of gays.
And the sad thing in all of this
Is that the fight is far from done
We’re going to endure many hardships
Before our battle is won.
Because the truth behind it all
Is that people fear change
Even if it means condemning
Our own in the exchange.
America the beautiful
Has an ugly side at best
And her spacious skies will tell all lies
Until hate is put to rest.