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I can see it in


I can see it in their piercing eyes.

Their puckered lips.

Their folded arms.

Gay. 

Yup.

That's me.

Gayest of gays that they'll ever see,

in a hundered mile radius,

or on their T.Vs

 

Yes, I date women.

No, I don't hate men. 

No, I wasn't touched or heartbroken beyond mend.

Yup.

That's me.

Gay is okay and will be.

Defending the queer and sticking up for what belongs to me.

Yes, I deserve rights.

No, I'm not asking for special privilages. 

 

 

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