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I'm walking, walking, forever walking
when I come to a crossroads
The sign says Boy to left, Girl to right.
I continue walking right
Not noticing my features become more feminime.
Another crossroads, another sign
Walk left if tomboy, right if girly.
I contiue walking left, my body becoming more boyish.
Another crossroads. Final sign it says:
Three choices
Left - straight
Straight - bisexual
Right - lesbian
I think for a minutes, then proceed straight.
Walking, my clothes become pride themed.
A banner ahead says finish line
I hurry towards it, I see people, my friends and family.
All I can hear is "Freak, Dyke, Go die!!"
Then I feel the shots and stabs hit my skin.
I am dead, killed by my loved ones
I wake up
I'm still a bisexual boyish girl, but nobody knows
That dream warns me of the potential future if I come out
. . .
I'm scared
when I come to a crossroads
The sign says Boy to left, Girl to right.
I continue walking right
Not noticing my features become more feminime.
Another crossroads, another sign
Walk left if tomboy, right if girly.
I contiue walking left, my body becoming more boyish.
Another crossroads. Final sign it says:
Three choices
Left - straight
Straight - bisexual
Right - lesbian
I think for a minutes, then proceed straight.
Walking, my clothes become pride themed.
A banner ahead says finish line
I hurry towards it, I see people, my friends and family.
All I can hear is "Freak, Dyke, Go die!!"
Then I feel the shots and stabs hit my skin.
I am dead, killed by my loved ones
I wake up
I'm still a bisexual boyish girl, but nobody knows
That dream warns me of the potential future if I come out
. . .
I'm scared
Literature
Thinking straight
Sometimes I can't think straight...
But then I realize,
I'm not.
Literature
Spirit Day
You try hard not to cry
For all those who didn't and don't have to die.
You sit in your room and pretend it's alright,
You try to be silent as you tear in the night.
Hatred and ignorance, confusion and fear,
You look through the crowds and realize - it's here.
In the halls, 'that's so gay!'
In the streets, 'you're a fag!'
It's a choice,
It's a sin,
If you are, you aren't 'in'.
You chose to be you,
You chose to be sick,
A dyke, or a queer, or a boy sucking dick.
Who would choose to be hated?
Who would choose to be sick?
Those people out there, they don't know worth a lick.
We are people who live,
We are people who die.
We ar
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Gay? Who? Me.
Are you gay?
The question at first startled me.
Speechless, unsure what I could say.
Are you gay?
The second time it was asked and I was silent
I had heard it before, but just earlier that day.
Are you gay?
Each time it was asked it filled me with shock.
What did it matter either way?
Are you gay?
When it was asked for the last time, I was at a loss.
Should I lie or lay in the bed I had made?
I am gay.
Maybe I am too young to know,
But this is what my heart wills me to say.
I am gay.
Maybe it is foolish to say so,
Yet it would be true to this day.
I am gay.
There can be hate or they can embrace.
I won't waver either way.
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This is amazing as well. You're a very skilled writter.