Something to think about...I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.More Like This
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody 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 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.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom
My Gay Friend and MeMore Like This
I was eight years old
When I learned his name
He taught me all kinds of games
Imagine my surprise as a teen
when he told me of his sex-uality
It made some sense
as time went by
I learned he could braid
while I could try
As time went past
and we grew old
he grew tall
and I grew bold
Then on the street
Someone called his name
He turned around...
He died that day.
The man was cruel
the man was young
He shot my friend
thought it was fun
He was drunk
as far as I could see
And thats the story
of my gay friend and me.