Choice is a conscious decisions
We choose what we wear
And what we say
And what we do
But Love is not a choice
Love is a feeling
Mysterious and dangerous
Determined to be felt
And for whom
Is no more a choice than by whom
But still we disapprove
"Abomination," Religion scoffs
"Unnatural," whispers Tradition
And the next in line hear and decide
With no thoughts of their own
We lose another generation to belief's from the past
"Gay" is added to a bank of forbidden words
And they grow to use "fag" as an insult
Generation after generation
Year after year
When will it stop?
When will homophobia become as scarce and shamed as racism?
When will we stop trying to cure something that is not an illness?
When will fear of ourselves stop stealing innocent lives?
When will we accept them?
When will they accept me?