dsc (1000+ posts) Sat Jul-31-10 12:43 PM
Original message I am ( a poem with a message)
am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag every day.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the guy that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the prostitute working the streets because I can't find anybody who will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am the Christian that canít find a pastor to marry me to a woman in the eyes of God.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts wonít let me because she lives with another woman.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I wonít risk loosing my family and friends.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
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