I'll start off. This is a poem I wrote long ago, when I first told my mother of my sexuality and she denied me. She then shipped me off to private school in hopes the bearing religion would "fix" me. Until I move out I am forced to pretend to be straight, so I wrote this mainly in frusteration.
Well here I am.
This is where I stand.
I stand for myself,
For others who need help.
I stand proud and relentless.
Although I must confess,
I get scared too.
I become fake and untrue.
But I never surrender,
For I am proud of my gender.
I am proud of my love.
Theres no shame to speak of.
Society may say Im wrong.
But I am strong.
Parents may say Im ill.
Perhaps they want me killed.
Just because I hold a womans hand,
Doesnt make me a man.
Would they rather I held a gun?
Their words cannot be undone.
Be proud of what you are.
Were unique, not bizarre.
Were just as human.
And were taking a stand.
Well, here I am.
I am a lesbian.
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