Lil boy
“Your not a boy” “stop dressing like a dyke”
Being in the African American community in being gay and having a mental disease is a wild card too be in
You can bashed,criticized,pushed to the level,put on blast,tortured,and humiliated because it’s not ok.
Being hurt by the pastor because he says “being gay is not right” or “you’ll never be accepted by god” or even better “ you won’t be let in heaven because it’s not in the Bible”
Crazy thought of you being depressed in your mom tells you to just “suck it up”
Why do clothes have a gender?
Why do perfumes have a name?
Why do I have a label?
Why can’t I be perfect?
What if I was straight would I be treated equally?
Why do I have too be a dyke why can’t I be a person?
Anxiety talking too me making me not me by the minute -save us
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