BlueMoon369• Show poetry

My name is bethany, one of my nicknames is bethy-poo, call me that and i'll kill you.now aren't I just a fucking sweet ray of sunshine? any who...what I usually write is dark,angst or humor.I'm not so good on the love factor in poetry. I just can't really get all mushy and kissy and such. Though, if i had a boy friend, I think I could come up with something about love.>_> I currently like this one guy whose girlfriend broke up with him. oh well. Tell me, how many of you actually read this stuff?...


anyways, here's a bit about me.

age:16

likes:
poems
anything dark
hot topic
dragons...lots of dragons
books
writing
drawing
painting
the computer
cats
ninjas
pirates
killer kites
smother sponge bob slippers
yaoi
naruto
inuyasha
yu yu hakusho
Fullmetal alchemist

dislikes:
the color pink
dogs
preps
christian freaks((seriously they're annoying))

my religion:
Green witch((a.k.a. Kitchen witch, a guess you could say very loosely druid etc...))
that's why christian freaks are annoying.they try to convert me and they keep telling me i'm going to hell.I don't believe in hell,so my thoughts were, " how can I burn in a place i don't believe in?" how do they even know there is a heaven and a hell? and,if there is a heaven and hell, who are they to dicide who goes where?

HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

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 for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*

you can't help who you love...


Blessed Be,
Bethany