Daichi• Show poetry

I've come back. I won't bw updating as often, and i wont' be resubmitting my old poetry. but oh well.

My name is not important, nor is my age, or what i'm doing, or where i come from. What matters, to me, is my poetry. So thats what i display to you here, my poetry, where good or bad, happy or sad, lonely or lively, together or divided, i don't demand you read it, but it would be nice, it would also be nice if you could comment ^-^

HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl who got 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 transexual woman.


I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through 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 wouldnt let my partner of 27 years into the room.


I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the 2 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 3 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 too bear.


We are the couple who ahd the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one bedroom for 2 men.


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


I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the chilren 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 that 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 didnt always have to deal with society hating me.

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

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