I found this poem, via a search, using the Google.
If I wasn’t gay would people care?
Would they actually let me breathe the same air?
Could I actually go to school,
without people being so cruel?
Could I live in a world with no hate?
Maybe people would love me if I was straight.
It’s not as easy as people think.
I can’t just go to a shrink.
I didn’t choose to be this way.
You really think I’d want to be gay?
I don’t want attention,
I don’t want fame.
This isn’t some sort of game.
I am who I am and that’s okay.
Most people don’t see it that way.
I only wish I could be the same.
To have a wedding and it not be shamed.
I want to have kids and not be judged.
I don’t want my reputation smudged.
But apparently I’m different now.
Sick in the head somehow.
Therapy and shock treatment for something that can’t be fixed.
How did I get put into this mix?
Toxic and tragic,
that’s my life.
It’s like I was stabbed in the back with a knife.
what’s wrong with that?
I get treated like some rat.
Using your holy books and your religion.
To fight against something that makes no difference.
I want to be human not a punching bag.
Always getting called a fag.
Let that word have power and it gets to you.
But that words as good as whatever is stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
I love being this way.
I don’t care what you say.
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