I am free to be whomever I want to be
I don’t get what people have against people of different race
And sexuality it’s not fair to treat them like
there different we are all one are we not?
So why treat us like we have something wrong with us?
We can’t choose who we fall for it just happens…
You can’t control what goes on inside your heart or your mind
You may think its easy facing the cruel reality but its not
How do you think we feel when you judge us call us fagg’s and treat us like were some type of alien
I'm tired of people treating us like there's something wrong with us….
But there truly isn't….
We’re all the same
Putting us through all that isn't right…
But not like it would change
Over time we will show you that even though we may like the same sex or may be gender queer
Doesn't means we can’t all get along
I'm proud of my sexuality and if the world can’t accept that
Then i can’t accept the world
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