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I don’t want to hear, for the T H O U S A N D T H time That I am somehow WORTHLESS
I’m gay, and while you might be from another generation, That doesn’t give you the right to tell me that I’m Disgusting
When the gesture of kneeling demands to be heard And the rainbows in the sky earned their own parades, People are excited to check name boxes on paper, While goddesses of the workplace are finally being praised
O great america we fight for
Not gangs in the streetOr getting jumped and beatNot drugs, alcohol, or bulletsNot unmanageable rageOr society putting us in a cageThis isn't my Black on Black crime.
Warm water rushed up the bubblegum walls of a room I called home to the age of 14Ethereal creatures, niveous nothingsColubrine eyes staring soullessly forward Waiting, wading into water
Blissful sleep All consuming me Quiet and timid Like the rain that sprinkles on my skin
Who are we really when we are shut out of the world. Not even allowed a bathroom break. Why are we set aside and over looked. Jobs, college acceptances, name changes.
maybe one day we'll have it all the big house the yellow dog the picket fence with the blue mailbox the beautiful neighbors the walks in the fall the i love yous at bed
ALONE Hollow. That’s the fear I feel. The loneliness floods my chest like a Riptide. Human presence makes me feel
07/20/1945 I could not see the sun setting over the sea as my windowless cage of armor raced over Bornean sands, but I knew as I loaded my Colt’s magazine with bullets and counted down the miles to the jungle
curling fingers grasp cold hands tears swim in eyes forming oceans of sorrow in some furious thunderstorms in others yellow paint marked her summer dress dark blue stars dotted his button-up
Locked Inside “Be you” they tell us, “We will always love you” they said, “Everybody makes mistakes” they tell us, “Our God is a loving God” they said. But he was not himself,
I have been beaten and shamed My heart has broken, my mind has fallen apart But surrounded by my struggles I’m still standing.
What is the problem with a kiss? Nothing that is what people would say but if I add in one word gay one word they freak let me try this again. What is the problem
This charcoal is not me: sooty curls on paper thick a blonde-combed lad caught by the flash of father's thick-veined hand
It's not that I don't love you. I'm just too damn scared to feel this. To feel love for someone else, when half the time I can't even love myself. So please don't take this the wrong way but you terrify me.
At age twelve, I was afraid of myself. I could not explain my soul, or even recognize it, because I was convinced it was evil. A childhood bathed in fear and anxiety, all in the name of holiness,
Even though the topic of sex makes me feel uncomfortable, there is a problem that needs to be addressed. For years in school, they teach us about sex between a man and a woman,
america the free, that's what they say i am free, that's what they say you're free they say i am free
I am an impressive liar I lie everyday to everyone and everything I can even convince myself of some of my lies These lies are pretty convincing and have made me tell much more
How is it Gods will to call a kid disgusting Just for who he loves You tell us we are sick And that we need special help though you have no doctor's degree You tell us how to love
There is a facade, a thing you don't see But here we're all stuck on "he" or "she" And forget there is more than that to me.
Society thinks, You must wear makeup to be pretty. but not too much, don't be a slut. Society thinks, You must sleep with guys to belong. But no more than three, don't be a whore.
Lo mismo Un angel maldicho una prostituta debil un rey mudo una silla en medio del bosque un coche sin manejador
I stand outside. Outside of the boundaries you set for me. Why am I outcasted from this "perfect world". Yet, if this world is so perfect, why is anyone outcasted? I'm tired. Tired of feeling alone.
Dear Conscience, Do you remember when I was young? Because I can’t seem To fit those pieces together For where I am now
Don't pretend to sympathize when we can see the greed in your eyes. You say one thing, turn around and say another. All you speak is lies. A child constantly arguing who is right he's never wrong.
Dear Beautiful: From then until now Your scars still show Your tears are dried and when people speak it hurts. Dear Beautiful: You think you are so unnatractive
About her, an air of mystery I feel I must pursue; Besides my own sake, It is my duty To convince her That my every word Is true
I am a dandelion Wild and free Not to be noticed upon first glance; It seems I lack the chance To belong in a boquet They look on in disgust With selfish and hating eyes
I've never seen you But I guess that doesn't mean you're not there It's just that people don't really have a clue I mean about you They use you to scare They say they preach your name
Winter is coming soon We will admire the bright full moon And curl up together by the fire Our love taking us both higher My heart thrums for him only He's the reason I'm not lonely
There lived two people long ago who sought to love more than you know. They practiced poetry all day, a song most meaningful today. It makes your heart so sorrow and gray, for the man turned out to be awfully gay.
Mom, I’m gay I’ll talk to you later. I’m sorry (but not really), I’m in love with a girl. She is stunning, My heart is full.
She lost her mother Like no other. No mother No other New mother Step mother Step sister Would have hugged and kissed her Loved and missed her, Stuck with step mother and sisters
there was a princess who didn't get her perfect ending. the blanket shielding happy eyes is still casted by the faux story of a princess who didn't get her ending.
Once upon a time... In a lost lost world A dreaming girl slept. So did her country men And everyone who wept. A hundred years passed A not one second early,
Once upon a ti— Wait. We all know how this story goes, A damsel seemingly in distress, begging for help though pleas never fell from her lips, for she is independent.
My name is Ariel, and I fought to live on land, so here I am walking today with Eric; my beautiful man. We pass all types of people; all different colors, smiles, and hair,
Wouldn’t it be amazing if the world had equality? If we all had choices and freedom? Now I know what some of you are going to say Going to preach Going to cry We are equal But I disagree
I too, hear America singing Many millions of songs. I hear the song of my teachers All they say is listen.
Bright lights and glamor, money and glitz A beautiful dancer working in Delhi. Bewitched by her form, a powerful businessman Fails to see where her heart truly lies.
Dear America, Why is it that I’m over $40,000 in debt with student loans and I have yet to make $40,000 a year? Dear America, Why is it that my blackness alone is a reason for our police to shoot and kill?
When Christopher Columbus discovered the new land, he really thought it was oh-so-grand Of course, now, if he could see what it's become, he'd smile proudly at a job well done
i stand among the people and cannot help but wonder how the manner in which we think halts our spectacle of justice
Oh say can’t you see Ms. Liberty? You should be bending down on your knees, bending over backwards, Begging Please Begging that your babies stop being shot in the streets
Racism does not exist, says the well-off white man living on the hill Racism does not exist, Says the woman who had never been asked to drop her bag in the store
"America the Beautiful" We sing with pride Yet we are blind To our own dark side People are starving for hope Starving for a scrap of food While the rich step on their backs
Equality, it can never exist, I’ve heard people say, “It’s impossible,” “Inequality is in our nature.” Boys will be boys, Bullies will be bullies,
'Merica Is the old man who stopped and turned To snarl at my mothers beige skin In the dairy aisle without shame It is the voice in my head saying I'll never be able to hold my girlfriends hand
Born in 1999, a Northwest city. Three sisters and three brothers, parents with no college degree and one income. But what do I know, of the riots, police brutality,
You are free to love If you're straight You are free to express Including hate You are free to work If you're a man You are free to go anywhere Unless you're trans
America seems too hate even though putting themselves on a bate discriminating souls, unknown to them. they seem not care. can you even bare the word free. meanings across the earth change.
We the people Are the future of this country. We have reached an age Beyond which the future is unclear. So, as much as we can,
When I was seventeen, the world fell apart. I’ve never seen anything like this before, Men falling down left and right in the trenches,
The man in the orange mask does not know my struggles. He does not know my intentions. Or my dreams. But how could he? For it is a nation that strived on the working class,
America the great where we care more about a kid’s GPA more than their mental health. where we are driven by money and not dreams. where the people are lied to, and believe every word.
What does it mean to be free? To be on your own To be left alone To not be under any control Are people really free in America? Of course We're the land of the free Everyone is welcome
What does it mean to be free? To be on your own To be left alone To not be under any control Are people really free in America? Of course We're the land of the free Everyone is welcome
I know you heard me when I asked you to stop using that word I know you heard me when I asked why you speak so hatefully I know you heard me when I told you to stop acting like it was all my fault
can't we scatter our love like seeds in the spring and watch them grow and hear the birds singing and as the passer-by smells newborn fruit it will give them a reason to follow suit. can't the love we accept be the love we give? the hungry
Stay Gold You never know what the future holds, with our stories yet untold, our beautiful mind can't be sold, our words will be forever spoken forget the background noise, focus you are not broken. Show them you are strong,
From conception, we spend the next nine months wrapped in a cocoon of our mother's protection. Our cells come together to form
What do I do He's here He's gone A friend of olden time; The loss Is great. Goodbye dear friend.
Religion had locked me up, in a closet shrined with Adam and Eve and Mary and Joseph, Adam married Eve, my child, Mary wedded Joseph, my child.
I don't ever write about coming out because it's just never been something I felt I had to share People tend not to believe me anyway My hair is long and curly I wear makeup and dresses I don't act like one
In this world that we live in, we’re all God’s children But how does it make sense that somehow I’m the exception I’m unique, I’m me, I’m one in a million
A shot in a room People start to run One gone The music is still blaring, Lights still dim Two gone The music is the only sound among the gunshots Everyone is silent Ten gone
The gun that was held in his hands killed many and wounded more. His actions wounded those in the inclosed location as well as those across the nation. I have never been so horrified of what lies behind someones closed eyes.
Not today. I’ll do it tomorrow. Does this sound familiar? It’s what kids tell their parents. At least, that’s how it was in my household.
I look across the silent room Every chair is overturned My stuff is strewn around the floor And everything is still The phone sits off its hook
The fire comes down and it opens my lungs up To the sky that never wanted to be free But the clouds run over my bloodstream Straight through my heart And out throught my eyes and I can see
Society Doesn’t Allow Us To Love Some people have to hide. So much they have broken down and cried. Held it all in all the time.
Meaning to my existence flees from me Must I decide from various notions When decisions are my own cup of tea Based on preference, not by promotions
Holding silvers and golds into place on your neck, Keeping notes and to-do lists on a refrigerator in check.
So it was winter break and we decided that we would go to her parents house since she would always come to mine on holidays and occasions.
I hear them yell HEY FAGGOT GET BACK HERE I can’t help but turn around to face them This is so reoccuring that it almost seems okay anymore LOOK HERE, LITTLE GAY BOY IN THE FLESH I just want them to go away
They tell me some of my best pieces were written late night early mornings When the troubles from my past were annoying me like pants creases My troubles are like the freshman fifteen annoying yet creepingThe whole time I was thinking that there
Democracy? An illusion Freedom? A delusion How are we supposed to feel with Isis's intrusion? We're stuck in bad habit while they're organizing their cabinet.
Recently I found out that a bible study made up of a few girls from my school discussed at one of their meetings how I am a hypocrite, because I say I am a christian, I say I believe in the words of the bible, but I also, quite loudly, o
Inside her body is a person thriving to come out, Just a person? No, a boy. Assigned the opposite symbol on his birth certificate, They got him in the wrong.
people with depression aren't lazy people with anxiety aren't rude people with mental illness aren't crazy people with suicidal thoughts are boo'd it's like i can't get through with a fucker like you!
“Faggot.” “Lesbo.” I am scared of these hallways. These white walls haunt me and I dread entering them. Let me loose. Gay rights? They don’t exist here. “Welcome to Hell” the sign should say.
You may see me standing on the street with my short skirt, and
is awesome. is accepting. is civil. is respecting. is beneficial to the rights of others. is now legal in all 50 states. is Constitutionally protected. is not evil. is not immoral.
Those who said that teenage years would be memorable didnt think for those who cant even be happy anymore. They didnt think about the new generation .
She paints me in kisses Starting from the tip of my nose
Love is love, sex is sex. If God hated gays why would they exist? It's not a choice, it's how they are, they accept you, it's not so hard. They want respect, not remorse, give them their rights don't tear them apart.
Take my hand I'll follow you.
I wonder and wonder of what could be For I can never clearly see I wish and strive for glimpses But, I am often left Oh Poet, Just a hug and a release Will put me at peace
I'm perfect like the story of Hercules. Represented by Courage and Glory, Masculinity and Strength, Pleasure and virtue. Chosen by light, and offered one of two lives. I'm perfect
I grew up for 13 year's not knowing who i was. i would look at the pictures i had online of me and see that i wouldnt smile. the dark cloud of self confidence wayed on my shoulders,
No matter what I do, No matter what I say, You will always see, What you want me to be. You can call me "she" instead of "he" And you can call me by my birth name.
We live in a nation that's afraid of change Religious nuts in our faces, acting deranged They preach and force Attempt to convert others on their course
I pledge allegiance To the flag I remember the day My best friend said “I think I might be gay”
In a country that prides itself on “liberty and justice for all,”
I can feel the power of the stars transmit through her eyesTo my unworthy eyes In the mouths of those who claimI am incapable of loving herBecause I am a girl
I can see the future ahead; Filled with laughter, Filled with joy, Filled with love. I can see the music; Hanging with friends, Just being myself, Being with someone.
Why is love such a crime? Why must people aim hatred towards love? When a man holds another's hand they look away in disgust
Dear high school bullies, I wonder if you know what you did to me. I wonder if you still believe the things you said.
Holding on so tightly of everything you know, Only to find that you want to let it go, What happens when all the hate and a taboo Becomes Who you are, What happens when What you love Tears your family apart,
I wear this mask obscuredly, I hide it best I can. For this mask is clear and transparent, I never did quite plan.
I dream of a beautiful woman I gave birth to years ago.
I should be able to walk down the street with my girlfriend. I should be able to hold her hand without stares. Why is there so much hate against us? We didn't CHOOSE to love each other.
Sometimes I really gotta think The SJWs gotta got it right They rioting over the world’s dieting And trannies are the cool folks now It’s uncanny how your eyes open on Tumblr dashboards
It angers me. It really makes my skin crawl. How people think they have the right to deny other people to express their love. I heard a joke once. It goes like this. A man walks into a Subway and orders his favorite sandwich.
Being gay isn't a choice Because why would I choose to lose my voice? Not my voice physically, but politically
It's a free country, they said. There are free rights, they said. You won't be victimized because of your unchangeable aspects, they said. They said that everyone will be treated equal in the United States of America.
I will not be defined by my "stereotypical" gay voice I will not be defined by my love I will be defined by the actions I choose I will be defined by lives I want to change
You don’t like the way I talk or the way I walkIt’s funny to call me names and antagonize meWhen I’m down and out you know how to hurt me
Do you know what it's like, To like boys and girls in a small, Southern Predominantly Christian town? To hear your peers talk about homosexuality being wrong and weird?
It’s easy to be angry at something you don’t understand. Something that seems so far away, out of reach. How can you understand something when you take a stand against it? Take a stand,
The single most used phrase I have heard in my life is "Its just a phase" From every single direction, I have been surrounded and I have been crucified by the phrase "Its just a phase"
Down at the ocean blue Whorls of sea foam churn madly Like the feelings in this beating chest My heart trembles like a victim of anthrax poisoning viciously suffocating
There is a lot of stake in labels today Labels for prices in colorful grocery aisles, tags naming fine wines and distilled beers Landowners and titles letting it known readily to others; information,
Letting go of her hand before we get to the door Her parents can't know that our friendships anything more We eat dinner again, and talk about our days
Somewhere we walk the line An affair where lovers find
Life and death War and creation Pain and happiness Life with you, How to define? I know facts, Truth about the world. Hidden behind strong walls Built of pain and anger
I don’t know the cure The pain of a secret No one can know It changes everything But will they respect how I am Who I am? When is the time right to let out a secret? It’s important.
I can't get my words out because the constrictor in my throat is begging my silence to keep it company. Because they're bigger than me and their burns sting like the cigarettes they want me to be So I stay silent
If i Had The Power to Change. i want the, the power to change lives around me the power to change the cities that surround me the power to change the wind in my sails
He wakes up and rolls over Sees the love of his life And he loves him just the same As a husband loves his wife. Been together for ten years Yet no ring on his finger Because America the Brave
The skin on your palm is just as soft as the girl’s hand I used to hold so many months ago. I find pockets of happiness in the hard rasp of stubble against my jaw as I kiss you once and then again;
My arms remember The way she held me. She kept me safe. As safe as he ever made me feel. My eyes remember The tears I cried When they told me I would go to hell.
When I hear you say, “don’t go down that way. The boys dress like girls. Those people are gay.” Well I don’t know what you mean, but I know you mean well. You’ve got a heart of gold, your intentions are swell.
#YOWO And I loved a girl with pain etched into her lips and death written along her soul. Art poured from her fingertips and poetry was carved into
I’ve known I was a boy since I was three years old It’s not only something I know It’s something I feel deep into the crevasses of my soul Most people don’t think twice of it
My heart is slowly beating
I've put much thought into this
Love is Strong Love is Powerful Love is Free Yet is it judged Not being able to love whom we want for who we are But at the end Love will always concure those who judges
Can you understand the way? Roll down the hill with the best of them? The girls and guys who like each other. The shame they feel when they walk down the hall. Equality should be showcased.
Since when does my sexuality effect Your well being, Your family, Your life. Since when does anyone's sexuality effect Your well being, Your family, Your life. It's a matter of fact
They sayOne man plus one woman equals a real marriageBut I say they miss the pointIt isn't the man or the woman or the oneIt's the equalWithout that marriage isn't even part of the equation
Society judges me like the God I don't believe in My mother smiles at me warm and comforting My friends congrat me but the meaning is empty The are congratulating something they see as trending
Racism Sexism Heterosexism Classism Humans Oppression Privilege Advantage Suppression Humans White Heterosexual Male Perfect
In the wind I flow, anywhere is where I will go. Oh-so, soft and slow. Tell me who I am. I am fragile as a lamb, but mean as a ram. In the wind I flow,
His arms tightly grasped His eyes filled with love His smile blooms His heart races He lowers his head Their lips meet quickly Just once A boy rushes around the corner
We as a nation fail to realize what's what when it comes to politics. When something goes wrong we're quick to blame our president. If someone kills someone pf a different race, they're racist or a terrorist.
There's a light in my heart And I want it to be voiced Just because I am different, does it mean I don't have a choice? Of who I love and who I don't Do I have to be straight to be normal?
The fact that I hold the door open for girls does NOT make me a lesbian.
Everything is fantastic, euphoric even.People who've been there from the start surround you,Laughing, joking, smiling, even mum is bragging.“Yeah, I have the best daughters ever.”
Teacher, open your eyes! You are feeding them all lies! We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender, I imagine myself becoming a bender. Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
I've been raised in a world that dictates who you can love. Not by the foundation of their character, but the structure of their bodies. A point where I feel ashamed to mention that the girl walking past me is beautiful.
She opens my eyesto a new world,a new universe,full of happiness;happiness to be with the one I lovebut also, a new world fullof hurt.They are constantly staring,plotting against us,
This world is cruel hard hellish place There is nothing that we can do about that Not really Not until we stop letting ourselves be cruel and hard and hellish I look at the faces around me and I see
I speak for the silence and against the harassment As I take you hand we will show the world How marriage is as free as the wind
I feel your pain. I know the hate. I see the fate we're doomed to take. The cruel words. The harsh remarks. I share your scars, and broken hearts. We join hands. We stand tall.
I’m depressed which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and
What do I see? A world filled with hatred. I see a world were man can't be with man. They can't be seen holding hands. I see a world with double standards because if you're a lesbian it's cool.
Standing in front of the "holy" firing squad.Last wish on a pink triangle pinned on my shirt.Boss gives the countdown.Eyes closed and no regrets for how I've been living.
I never thought this would happen, They would say, "It doesn't exist," I knew they were full of it, after our first kiss. From that moment on, I knew Love could be, I never thought this would happen to me.
Once I was hurt, Once I was shattered, Once I was young & knew no better. Now that time has passed & I've had time to heal, The love she has shown me has never been so real.. (For Christina)
Oh Bayard Oh Bayard How tragic for you For your name to be eschewed-ignored Except by a few Athlete-student-singer You were a Renaissance man And nonviolence was not an option
Mucky, hot, permeating light Sitting static to find some reprieve Required event it’s hard to believe Today the day of our patriot’s blight Silly of me to wear long sleeves
If my son were gay, I’d slap him With a nice high five. Because coming out to your dad, Takes balls that most men don’t have.
A poem by Alan Turing… Title: Who is Worthy? Who can dictate whether or not an individual is worthy? Ignorant individuals view others based merely on their own journey.
Since the dawn of time, critisizm, judgment, and alienation has been happening. Racism and hate has been spread.
I chose to be spat on in public.I chose to be called names.Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.Mistake.I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
I am an infinite doubter, But my hope weighs more. In this lifetime I could see Marriage equality. Marriage isn’t about the word—it’s about a cosmic explosion of wholeness.
After full contemplation over the bology of humanity I realized i am stuck with the ignorance of my generation,generating the belief my blood is different ,My skinMy accentMy demeanor and stature
I'm a girl, I should like a boy, I shouldn't like a girl, I like both, I have to hide, I should feel ashame, I have to play a lying game, even my parent don't know, they think bisexuals are confused, they think they should have to choose, if I tel
The piano hovers above and around me The soft lilting music drifts into class the notes hang heavy and the sound drowns me out as the noise level shatters glass
Call me crazy to admit my past affiliations. Call me insane to pursue my aspirations. Shall I lose my sanity to issues of nonsence and dislocated tangents As I search for everlasting fullfillment?
We are but black and white The letters that we write. The colors leeching from our pens destroy worlds and breathe sins.
When I look into the mirror I see me. I don't see 6 colors or 6 women, just 6 of me. But then I realize what you see in me. You've colored me a rainbow and that blinds you from the real me.
We want to change the world. We sang it together in crowded basements. Declared it so loudly that the world may be forced to hear us. But they didn't.
i take a trip to the beach at nightlet the sand pinch my toes and when the wind blows i get criticized for low eyes,
I've searched my life’s peaks and hearts disappointments for gold, for money, power, fame. Drained, I can only see myself, in you.
Being gay? They say it's a crime. They say it's a birth defect. They say it will change over time. I want to know who "they" are. I want to know what gives them this right.
Who I love should not define who I am as a person.Why can you love her, butI can’t?What evolutionary methods refuse to releaseme from this cycle.Where can I go for my rights should not be a question.
Prop 8 You're so full of hate You f*cked up a state And forced us to wait As bait for the courts You seemed easy to kill But not until bigots got their way Trying to "Pray away the gay"
You ask why I write. I ask why do you care? It’s because words can affright, and make people stare. Words give me power, and other people hope.
Segregation reformed by lips laced with loquacious words, Promoting the definition of separated girls and segregated worlds.Diffusing through hierarchical halls, paneled with the predecessors of freedom;
June 26, 2013 A date that changed everyone's lives but mine Because amongst this hurricane of excitement and acceptance My ship is stuck in port. My anchor weighs heavy with fear and denial
Article 16 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights:
Knees are buckled tied, looking face down Creaks and crackles pray you're still lingering around Officer says "let's go for a ride"... Let's go for a ride in the black and blue tide
The pen, oh the pen, you are mightier than the sword Words, they say, can never hurt, I don't think they've ever been betrayed. Just a few words, just a couple sentences, That's all it takes to ruin a life.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, In my heart, it is a simple matter. Or soul, the brain, the mind; Whichever you believe does the chatter. We paint it in red, purple, white, Some even coat it in blue
There is a story, that I dare not tell - it often changes, still it never ends well There was a boy, secretly in love; but the secret just was not enough
Look at me Do you see? Do you see me? I look no different than thee I am human too No different than you Making mistakes too Human through and through
There are some who’d like to think that love comes in two breeds: Relevant and irrelevant. To them, only as a word love is singular. As an emotion, love comes in too many species,
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But I love him. Of course I do. I love him more than the world. But that isn't real love. No. My love is just a phase. A test of my parents will. Because why would i love him? I'm only a boy.
You’re not above me you just judge me in the direction you think I ought to go. You don’t know me so don’t show me that you think you know my dreams No one knows more than the one who dreams,
BLED OUT This pale heart of mine struggles with atony. Paper curls rain down from a fenestrated sky: Reams of esoteric paeans soon crumpled by bored scientists.
Silent beauty Fluid grace Eyes open wide Head up in space She speaks of the world Yet knows so little And speaks of her pain emotions brittle
America. Land of the free. A land where you can get married based on the gender you were born with, but not based on who you fall in love with. America. Land of the free.
God give me a second chance I’ve been dealt a hand that no man can understand Falling in between the lines Of is this truth or are there lies I can’t help it The hand I’ve dealt with
You can't love here the big man chokes You can't You can't do that, don't do that Fags The big man chokes He says we're not human You and me Funny, I never felt like an alien
So i've heard that all is fair in this thing of love in war. But in reality people fight dirty, nothing is fair anymore. Our love is stolen, sometimes never given back. We give it away so much, we eventually lose track.
I promised I would only talk of true love if it really existed. I promised myself, when I was young, that I would only love someone if I knew they would never break my heart. I waited so long for that person to come.
Beautiful boy, why do you cry? Do you feel so alone even with friends in the sky? The moon and the stars bathe you in grace, Before the sun sends its rays to kiss your sweet face.
You might as well fuck For virginity, if you war On account of peace. Life is full of irony. Fraught from the plurality of man Uniformity mistaken for marching to your own beat.
This world is made of color Perhaps black and gray Where one is more right than the other And the other is left for decay
I don't always know the right thing to say, But I feel inclined to speak out anyway To define the one thing that can never be understood Is the real sin: rooting out love where it lay. And we keep pressing on
Who are you to define what a man is and what a women is? You brag about our diversity You say it’s important for a well-rounded community And I agree but a kid shows up and you can’t tell if they’re a man or women
The attachment of two souls Waking up in the morning Impressions in the mattress Coffee in the hands and kids at the table Marriage isn’t a requirement To love But you want it You deserve it
I am free. free to fly free to cry I am not bound by earthly treasures nor do i give a second thought to those who fight with fists and fall to pleasures I do not, will not
We live in a land, supposedly free. Good men died for you and me. WE can live our life, to pursue our dream. Unattainable to others not for my brothers. If you're gay, black, or anything else;
In the ninth grade my friends who I use to sit with at lunch many of which went to the same Sunday services as I handed me a note as I went to sit down with them holding my lunch tray uneasily in my hands
On April 4, 1968, Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in Memphis, Tennessee.
This poem IS Gay And not just in a childish and perjorative way Cuz in a world where life is counted by the days Who's willing to spend one standing up for what America - portrays
The silence before a victory in equality parallels the silence after: it is alighted by those who barter their carved flesh for candle wax, Set afire for an enduring thread. A strand that interweaves the disgraces of the
You believe you are better than those who love their own gender. What makes you so special?
A boy sits alone in his closet. Enmity splattered walls. His heart, so open to love, is beginning to wither and fall. But what, I should think, makes him live in these walls, is a secret to me,
Speaking, Acting, Learning, On misogyny and bigotry, Stepping up and sharing stories, Personal experiences and opinions, Everyone is not equal, We're still in a place of hate.
Luke and Emily and Zoe and John, and Josh and Mira and Rabia, and Jane, Rose, Mary, Helen and Radha, and Jyoti, Michelle, Cait, and Brittany, and Tyrone and Jenny and Lalainee, and Matt and Ellie,
Well, it seems we have a bit of a problem We've stuck ourselves in the exact same situation That we put ourselves in 50 years ago It took until 1967 for our entire country to come to our senses
We the people By the people For the people
One heart, one mind All of our fates, intertwined Campaigns, rallies all for one cause Because we as a nation, belong under God Who made man in his own image Gave us the power to make our decisions
I am not just a number for you to process I have feelings. Nothing you say can change how I feel. Just because you think you can shut me up with words hate violence secrets
Across the Internet Far and wide, There are many flame wars You can find About this topic (So taboo!) Same-sex "marriage," And "unions," too.
Yesterday African Americans didn't have rights Yesterday a white man standing up for a black man was wrong Yesterday slaves were shipped across a ocean of pain only to be greeted by a lifetime of suffering
I’m surprised I passed kindergarten I couldn’t help but to graffiti outside the hetero-gender defined lines Like an awkward categorization you attempted to force into a Venn diagram I never really overlapped
One Constitution provides equal rights for all. One court One Congress One president decides what this means. All people are guaranteed equal treatment.
The card is in her hands those trembling trembling hands She wants to see her partner her would be life (had it been legal) the love of her life but they won't let her in
Mom, if I said we need to talk Would you stop and listen to me, Or would you just blow me off. If I told you it was important, Would you believe me? Or say that I'm exaggerating. If I told you the truth,
Two brave lovers Held hands with each other As they carelessly made their way home Neither had the intention Of being a victim When they took a shortcut into an alley unknown Suddenly from behind
The colors of the flag. The only flag not symbolized by the government or most of society. Our pride as one is stronger than love or respect, even though we deserve it. We, the gay society, remains strong.