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There is no freedom here, not really anyway You want your God? Please, take it as it’s never answered any of our prayers
Don’t tell me I’m not gay. The “phases” are phrases you like to throw out When you’re angry face goes to the riots to shout. How dare you call me out on a “fault” Like there’s somebody I am going to assault.
White picket fences with 2 ½ kids, and a man with a women. Is there no in between? No LGBTQ…S, H, L; No people from “hell” because apparently people who are different aren’t people at all.
If Superman was Gay His accomplishments Would walk out and slam him in the face   He’d have an awful lot of
You are the queen of every surface you walk on. you are the king of every cell in your body you feel the earth beneath your feet and your veins pump liquid power
From an early age, the expectations are set. We will grow up, get married. Have children of our own. But what of those of us who find we want something else?
The cruelness in a person's judgment, the wrong in their belief  Confusing wrong with right Bad intentions, hateful thoughts a world with no peace Humans being beaten, riots unleashed, war started, creating broken families
I need a place A safe place A silent place A peaceful place  A building where I can march up to a urinal and piss like nobody's watching
My future is uncertain, I am unsure about if I am going to be able to go to Oklahoma Baptist University, because, I I need to submit my high school transcript, and IF I get in, I will have to enroll at the college.
I lay in bed, waiting for that bliss moment to be taken away from reality, and into my deepest desires 1, 2, 3... I'm gone. I enter my imagination. I'm in utopia; there are no laws,
Remember mommy, how we would smile at rainbows? Seeing them reminded both of us, that the gray color of uncertainty Has parted.
Is my heart mistakend? Is this an inner me that has awakened? The pain and the sorrow of not knowing how I feel. Is this even real?
Without life there is no connection no connection, no love, no lost. All I live for is to connect. Some friends, others money. Mine's is interaction. Without having that person to talk to about anything.
Equality is something fought for Yet this war has yet to stop Hasn’t anyone noticed we don’t need this anymore? We are all equal bottom to the top America stands for the land of the free Yet you don’t see
"I am" is a phrase used world wide. A term used to define who you are, but sometimes those labels are taken too far. In a world full of titles- defining your destiny, I choose not to submit or be lead astray.
I am  A gay Catholic   A gay Catholic You say? Can you please Explain?   What’s there To even explain I’m Catholic And I’m gay   But they don’t
same love i cant change if i tried i cant change if i wanted to  same love i cant change your views i cant change your ways same love  i can change the way things are
Mutation   God doesn’t belive in it. God thinks its immoral God thinks its disgusting.  
I've known I like boys and girls
She didn't act like that until they called her fat then they called her ugly Her best friend noticed what she was hiding she saw the scars on her wrist I guess she cut But why?
I still remember that day. My dad dislocated my mother's jaw and I heard a slap and a crack and a gasp and my mother hit the ground and he was only proving his point.
Baby girls
Im flawless... From my feet up to my noggin And anybody that's thinking different, we're surely to have a problem. Im great!! At least, that's what I say when I look into a mirror
I wake up, put on my clothes, wash my face, fix my hair and look in the mirror with disgust. Yes, I'll do it.   I go to school and walk to class, I can hear them behind me, laughing,
We're all suicidal telling others that suicide isn't the answers. Telling the confident to set their ego aside. We can all be good but, the good one's tend to hide.
The perks of me, oh, beautiful me
We want change. We want a revolution. We want to make a difference. We want peace. We want to stop seeing young people dying in the streets. We want equal love for everyone. We want to mean something.
You'd be surprised to figure out who hides behind these lies, You'd be surprised to figure out who smiles while in disguise, It's me, the girl who you see smiling all the time,
Why should I change..
Driven through darknes she lies, looking up in the skies to fake a smile filled with nothing but lies.
Am I a Republican or a Democrat a liberal or a conservative am I for gay rights or against gay rights
I never know what to expect. Whether I would be loved more or be left. Once I knew I was gay, Everything got so complicated. I was scared, hurt, and I didn't know what I should do.
If I'm going to hell For my love I'll be seeing you there Cause god said not to judge  
Do you know what it’s like to be left out of the crowd? Do you know what it’s like to have no friends? Do you know what it’s like to feel like you are your own best friend?
My friend is a rainbow When the tears pour, he’s there His presence is a promise for better times He makes me glow He listens to all of my fears Being there…well it makes me feel fine.
This fabric, cloaks me in darkness…. The cage within my inner mind fights amongst my own thoughts A whirl wind of confusion. I wonder… Did Confucius mean to be confusing in his proverbs?
it appears egon schiele loves women as much as i do. but he could never properly convey the curvature of your hips, the pink pout of your lips.  
How will I tell you? How will I say, what has turned my world from grey? What words do I use? What play? How will I convey? Portray, display, relay?
They hold hands,
When you smile when you think of them
I look in the mirror. Apply pink lipstick. 
Haiku   Freedom to express Invigorates the suppressed. Love's blind, not distressed. 
"Sometimes they come out so gay, they're
The same brain, body and gender.   Having a light make-up,   We go out.   Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.   As usual...  
A name is so pure, with no meaning behind it The people and stories are what truly define it No matter how long or confusing the spelling The name is not on which we should be dwelling  
We are who we want to be, And we will be who we are. A moment of clarity,
Hated onAnd beat uponBecause the way they live Is "wrong" Who are you to take the role Go and take another's soul
Why is my love
end of story you say word but you know not what mean end of story those words you say hurt an individual end of story you say that so gay never  coming to a conclusion that what you is effecting that person
What makes me tick I haven't hands or a face like a clock Just gears in my head slow and steady whir and buzz   What labels on those gears, dear
Be cautious, but not quite hesitate. Mistakes are common because the door of reality can be blinded by dreams.
Love Love them, Love them with no excuse, Love them with no exception, Love them with no prejudice nor hate.   ‘Love one another’ He said…
I am sick sick of being told I am second rate just because I was not born as a white male sick of my beauty being defined by how close I look to a blonde blue eyed model
Sweetheart, let me in.It's time for our lives to b
Here comes the bride, All dressed in white. Walking up the aisle to see her beaming bride. Her father stands besider her, giving her away. Her mother in the crowd, looking the other way.  
Why should I have to become a statistic?Something never dreamed became so realistic!In the game of life I drew the short stick
You've move on now and I respect you I will never come between the 2 . But when I said I Love You I commited my heart to you. My souls crys for you . My heart whispers to you.
I live in the darkness I can hear the blades get sharpened i am cold and wet All i have is this carpet, which i use as a blanket I do what i'm told and my stomach is still flat
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook, because men like that. Not just Hispanic men, but all men.   Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that like to take it slow.  
Speak My life was like a loaded gun Waiting for someone to use me Waiting to be pointed in any direction My reflection was silver bullet clean My look was mean mugging me
Magnificence was not something I questioned as I child Certain People deserved to be heard
Do you hate me, do hate me for whom I’m attracted to Well, its not my fault, I was born this way I can’t change it and I shouldn’t try I’m gay and I accept who I am.   I had hated myself for so long
they shove you down They cut you up There words like knives that make you feel alone The words that turned a heart of gold into a black hole They say kids are curl That is true but adalts can be mean too
It's dark and alone in here But I still bite my tongue because it's better I don't mind the spiders and ghouls The reward means so much greater I would rather be what I am not To please my own kin
To walk into your lightAn enchanting embrace of lo
One-day you will realize what you do hurts others
I find it hard to live in the world I am in.
Hey, guess what? Yeah, I have something to tell you, hypocrite. I'm a human being! Oh my goodness, did you seriously forget? Oh no, darling, this is no illusion nor a trick.   I am a human.
Words. The fruits of your mind become rotten with ease,
Sun
I started to think about the sun That hot blazing fire in the sky Destined to bring the earth to her death  Every movement Every heartbeat Every breath Gone
Some guilt-filled men and women cry out through hoarse voices "What else do you want from me?" To be told "Freedom". These are the men and women who wonder why this demand Is still present
What will you tell your queer child
You're screaming and you're cryingand laying on yo
I saw her again today In the corner of the lunchroom eating alone. Her parents are never really home And I wonder if she wonders, How does a girl, someone so different
He
There are bruises on your knuckles
All I ever wanted Was for my bisexual cousin 2 feel safe Walking with her partner and not worry 'bout some fucktard trying to rape her straight All I ever wanted Was to find love
A lot of monsters roll my way;It’s really hard to make them go away.
Imagine a world of peace and happiness.
I want my little sister to be free of worries. I want my little brother to hope without fear,  to speak with care,  and to think without hate.   I want to bring children into a world where they can 
I have a dream that one day race, socio-economic status, gender, religion, ability, or sexual orientation will no longer serve as obstacles to justic
In 7th grade, I knew I was gay I didn't think it was normal Not to be straight So I cut up my skin And took a lot of drugs I drank a lot of alcohol And gave lots of boys hugs
People use scripture for every argument, With hate and vigor It seems they're incompetent of showing love.   The simple truth: Everyone's a sinner And we're all hypocrites.
Choice is a conscious decisions We choose what we wear And what we say And what we do But Love is not a choice Love is a feeling Mysterious and dangerous Silently screaming
Just because you don't approve of their life   Doesn't mean it's not theirs   Just because you won't accept them  
YOU need to change YOU utter words of pain Sharp enough to slit my wrist Yet clear enough for me to think Should I really end this?   The name calling the jokes It all never stops
I never thought my sexuality The way I love Would become the center of my world It would be the sun around which I revolve I didn't think I would become so obsessed So focused on finding myself
He doesn't have too many friends Then again, it's a small school None of us have too many friends But he doesn't have too many friends And he's walking down the hall And someone yells out "Hey! Look!
Disregard the color of the skin that you see on each person, Forget that they are either male or female, Who are they? Are they someone who lives a daily life? What does it really matter?
Pressure against the head Singing in the ears Daftly numbing words are said   Hearts thumping loudly Chests exploding And pounding soundly   Finding a crevice to please
Screw it all
From a small town in Wyoming there’s very little to do, Except dream up a life much bigger than you.  
Hello You say I can't love Who I like   Well last time I checked I was Over eighteen   So spare me Your batshit Fuckery   Who are you Tellin' me
 Power, is that what it is? Making people feel insubordinate
As tears well  Drawn from affection yet no grasp Our embraces have spark A small glimmer of life And after each removal of warmth The world grows dim Tears stream purely
Sticks and stones may break my bones But words always scar Negligence to be the same Falling down the road to self hate   They say, “Retarded, idiotic, queer”
As the world continues, we are rejected. Can we make them finally see they are wrong? Can we finally be accepted? Empowered that's what we are.
We are not voiceless. Rise up with your voice and shout. EQUAL IS EQUAL.
My World it is filled with joy and wonderIf I were to change one thingit would be how the world views matters of the heartwho dares tells another person who they canand cannot love
I dream of a day When "coming out of the closet" Isn't even a thing anymore.   When "straight" is just a direction, "Gay" just means cheery,
America, one word to decribe it: great. There is but one thing that I do hate. The freedom we falsely exhibited. Was in actuallity always prohibitted.   If you wish to go to church, then be my guest.
They tell me not believe in new beginnings,
There once was a girl who played piano until her fingers bled
As I look out the window
By law Its not ok to discriminate to people based on race. By religion Its not ok to be mean to someone based on looks or wealth. By society Its not ok to be mean to someone based on beliefs.
i am not in love i have dreams to marry to have children but i am not in love my mother is recently divorced but it is no longer frowned upon i would love to marry but somehow that is wrong
What makes us happy                 is what is inside our hearts. Please just let us be.
Student, teacher, successful, failure.
They were wrapped around a bonfire
The favorite has them tied Around that delicate finger of hers. Every which way she turns, they follow Like helpless pups—tail between their legs. That unearned sports car, only hers because of them.
Every single day in the United States is a constant battle. America promised freedom, yet they continue bash the ones who try to attain it.
It started with that first girl
Love me, I a
What be of
Texas History Class in seventh grade blonde-haired blue-eyed coach is our teacher, hooray but what happens when he starts to talk about gays? to say that my cousin "Won't turn out right" because he has two mommys
America is constantly put up for praise Freedom, opportunites. Yeah, we have our days 
I fear myself well who i think i might be i might be gay but my heart denies me it tells me no yours as straight as they come and then i see her and the butterflies run
I'm tired of schools taking claim And not going by their word By putting "anti-bully zone" in the name. Am I the only one who finds it absurd? Your idea is to do these kids a favor,
  I have a magic power
"Choosing" to be gay Is the cause of my depression   God hating gays Will not terminate my faith   Lack of monogamy A myth to seven year couple Nicole and Rebecca  
Love. Such a simple but complex word that is used on a daily basis. Love that was said should never mix races. Love that to some should stay between woman and man. A love that most people give all they can.
When I was younger I hadn't a clue That father would hit me if he knew   He said it was wrong He said it was sick And while he was at it he called me a bitch  
I made a full length remix to Macklemore's song "Same Love."  These are the lyrics I wrote:   Verse 1: When I was 7, I knew I wasn’t like my other friends
You came into my life by chance   We were childhood friends You would push me on the swings Till my feet touched the sky   We'd run through the grassy fields Rolling in the grass
A smile whispers upon your lipsA rare sight I can only glimpseHolding fast to days gone byI feel it all beginning to dieNo more shall I feel your kissOr look into eyes filled with bliss
Since a young age I've been plagued My mind set a certain way By fairy tales They taught me That happily ever after Always follows the end And the princes marry princesses and that's it
I see people walking byAnd I wonder what it's likeDo they see what I seeWhen they look at you with meThen I think of what I'd sayIf they ever asked why I feel this way
A boy, innocent and afraid, lost in the dark of his own room, no one coming to his aid, planning out his own doom.   You only write once before it becomes real
Imagine you're in love Or maybe you already are The person you love is the moon Brighter than any star Now imagine that there's someone Telling you it's just not right So it eats and eats your heart away
It's called don't hate Everyone is Equal Respect is what's cool
She means more to me than what you will ever mean. We walk down the street hand in hand, Yes heads turn and a few comments are heard. Do they matter?  Does it bother us? Is it okay?
Understand yall We all fall short of the glory True story we were on the verge of He'll but god sent jesus in the clutch for Our victory like Robert Horry Yeah its an abomination but so is judging we
Homosexuality is normal, heterosexual is not.
You see things with envy, through your holy,and pure eyesAnything different, you simply despise“One must live proper, a man and his wife”We’d love to live peacefully, hopeful and true
I sit in class and don't say a word.  When I do speak up, I go unheard. People say "I know who you are", but they really don't. They pretend they understand, but I'm afraid that they won't.
  It seems we've come so far with the hands of time An arm's length from World Wart 2 to civil rights We are standing taller for equality But not reaching our potential height
I hear stories of young girls and guys Who like to play with rainbows. They wave these rainbows as flags Desperately through the wind, it blows. These young boys and girls Who can't help but like rainbows.
Cas was a troubled student. Coming into class late every day, sleeping for the first half of class, not doing his own work. Little did the teacher know, Cas was going through some problems at home.
Pause, listen to the beat. Its moving faster than the sounds of "soli rapide". On the inside, a vary of rainbowed coloured butterflies tickle the bottom of my belly....He said my name. Ofcourse my name is simple.
It comes down, day and night, rehashing I sit and wait, pleading for peace   Love is love man or woman No He can say I wait, pleading for anything
Sitting here thinking about the mischief that I've caused, wondering in my head should i stop doing wrong or continue to break the laws. Ur gay and i'm mad, My past wont drift away seems like I was born to be bad.
these red viscous drops that paints our banner's stars and straps fake smiles and all these props it spreads like chicken pox and it cant be contained or put in a box obvious to the trained mind
I'm a chromatic entity A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow Are you understanding me? A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
It is time to get up;I hear the pounding on the door.He yells-because it is what I deserve
One day I’ll liberate my soul; my own mishaps have created the insecurities that soon will fade away into a cloud of dust.
Let us coexist and intertwine I want to fall into you, I want to be you. I am you. I am just like you, you are just like me. We are not twins, but brothers. You are part of me
I knew a girl who felt trapped in this world she was unaccepted  for being gay they kept putting her down for who she was the closed-minded saw no other way she asked why the world was so cruel
I cry out. Help! I wimper and gasp with racing drops falling down my face. Help! I am stuck in a dark, molded sphere, running into the same sides and corners. Help! I have grown to be strong, but this is torture.
Colors, letters, hide and go seek The boy, best friend, imagination companion Playground adventures we couldn’t abandon Till the fatigue set and little bones weak Time for a nap on a cot set in tandem
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
Where did it come from when did It begin I never thought id Love again Magic love is what this consist of Who'd ever thought that this love could have came from above Our sweet lips as they touch
I hate gay people Not because of your typical reason I don’t hate them because they’re attracted to their same sex
At the End of the RainbowThey lie, “there rests a potFilled to the brim with nuggetsOf gold.”Not a fool’s gold, I hope.  
Gay, straight, black, white Who has the right to say what is right?   We all love, we all laugh, we all hurt just the same,  Regardless of color, gender, or name.  
My father is a jokerand I love him with all my hearteven though his jokesaren't funny at all Screaming,crying,breathing heavily,these were never in the brocure that they gave me
  I was young, and I was Different Even though I was odd, I was also still innocent The agony, the deceit right in front of my eyes Yet I was too blind, maybe even paralyzed
  Full circle Press forward, harder, stronger…show ’em what you’re made of. Prick your finger – blood.  You are human, Alive.   Harness the light, Grasp it, hold it…be one with it.
Society. A wicked, judgemental group of people. From discrimination to gay rights, we are still people. We eat, breathe, love, laugh, and live. Doesn't everyone?
For years I'd been alone.   They'd scorned me while I raised my flag, Spitting venom and curses, All because I loved my own gender.   Trapped for years in the darkness, I'd stumbled into you,
Skin like silk caresses mine. Warm breathe licks at my neck like a teasing wind. I inhale the scent of your soft wavy hair, as it cascades down over your shoulders. Your lips, rosey pink, inch closer to mine.
mind is on hold heart is in fast forward words were once all that needed to be heard                  Now  The People Need A Proclamation.          A Declaration From You To The People.  
Just because they are gay, we shouldn't take our right to get married away.  Walking down the road, hand-in-hand with their loved ones does not affect anyone around them.
Three friends walk side by side No one knowing what the others hide The first wants a pet Giraffe But he feared the others would laugh It was his biggest dream And he swore they would only be mean
A teenage girl cries in her bed "You're going to hell," the message read. Is it a sin to be in love? What makes you think you're that much above? Show me where in your holy book it reads
see theres this thing this feeling that eats and eats and eats away at my brain and i feel guilty and cruel and wrong because thats what they told me i was SUPPOSED to feel
The church stood on one side The street on the other And I was the illegitimate child scorned to no acceptance Bound to redefine the limit that could not be reached Forced to hide in the shadows
I fought the will to live a tragedy, to sacrifice pain and wear a smile no matter what. A fool amongst wise men. A liar amongst the blind. A friend to people who have not a clue of the person I am.
Look at these teens as cute as can be The Jock, The Princess, and the Brain all three set the lead perfect little lives With their perfect little friends In their perfect little house just ‘round the bend.
He said to me "like lungs without air" that moment I realized we felt the same hurt I tried to keep my air but it escaped the minute you left its as if nothing as moved on. Time still stands Smiles still bright
Don't you know we're all the same? Skin and bones, a heart and a name. We're living life for a purpose together So who is to say whether Any love is right or wrong We come out weak, but we're trying to be strong
Bombs away/ silent murder
They told me I'm different - That I'm not the same. They said love can only come To those who aren't gay. I reared my head back And laughed like a fool. But there was no hilarity In what I had done.
The world calls us different because apparently I’m wrong. And the feelings I feel inside me just don’t really belong. I’m a boy, yes I know but its a man that I seek, to love me and hold me at times when I'm weak.
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus Friends pass me and time shifts Is it not the success that people want? Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive Unjust it truly is,
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Stand up Take a stand Take a stand for who? A stand for me? A stand for you? A stand for maybe even us? Who is me? Who is you? Who is us? We are who we choose to be.
What’s the meaning of pursuit of happiness when I can barely exist When I’m treated like a quarantine disease When they’re waiting for the next headline to pronounce “New cure for the ‘Adam and Steve’ & the ‘Madam and Eve’”
Gay.. Fag... Homo... Queer, Everyday we live in fear. Fear for our rights, Fear for our lives, Everyday is a new surprise. Arrested, Jailed, Hated, and Feared, the 1960's were not good years.
If you closed your eyes Would you know who I am? If you closed your eyes Would you see who I am? Is it possible To see who I truly am With your eyes closed When you can't really see me
You may know me, But you can’t see the pain. You can’t see my struggles And you can’t see my strife. For my identity, it isn’t superficial, It’s an identity that is rooted deep, Below your hateful words
I'll give my blood to keep your stripes red. You can keep your white, and I can keep my freedom.
You never got to know me. You would never even try. You told me that you would rather I just go home and die.
I never had to fight to live, Or visit June of '69. I'm too young to see a club, But I know where I belong.
This is my last stand The bastion that all else breaks against The last correct way to be wrong The last that I am feeling to be wrong I want to love I am told not to If legality is what I am about
What is it hurting you for two to be smitten? Is it because you think it's wrong? Or just because it's different?
There’s something different, something new, something that might even scare you. There are lots of people who, are closed-minded and pompous too.
That awkward moment when somebody walks through you like your not even there They don't even bump you they just walk right through you And it only gets worst Her name is Crystal and i thought I could trust her
i never liked boys or pink things or babysitting or cleaning or Barbie dolls. i liked sweat and ripped jeans and books. i liked to face blank paper head on.
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