Gay rights are human rights


my house
United States

they all stare at me, looking me up and down, side to side

they snicker and gossip amongst themselves

they do not know me, they do not know what i've been through

they call me names and try to get a reaction out of me

what they don't know is that i simply do not care

those who accept me know who i truly am

those who know me do not judge me by my sexual preference

they judge me by the choices i make and the things i say

sexuality is as wide as the sea

you need to be who you want to be



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