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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.*

  • Last seen on Nov 20 2:18 PM. Member since November 7, 2004.
  • I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 83 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "***** happens*".
  • I am a 21 year old girl (United Kingdom)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a body piercer and trainee tatooest.
  • I have 83 comments, 1 contest, 4 poems

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    please read and comment... thank you xoxox
    25 lines, 9 comments, January 9, 2006. In Sad, Personal, Dark
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    6 lines, 6 comments, January 8, 2006. In Other
  • i thought of you and closed my eyes,and prayed to god today,
    i asked, "what makes a mother?" and i know i heard him say,
    62 lines, 2 comments, February 15, 2005. In Spiritual, Love, Hope
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    23 lines, 2 comments, February 13, 2005. In Sad, Personal

Guest Book

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  • Wow, your page is sad, but you are very inspiring to say the least.
  • Number 13 on January 5
    Hey :3
  • Iohagh on August 20, 2006
    Darling

    Welcome to AP. I thank you for visiting my poem and thank God for you and your message which I find inspiring beyond words. We all need to know we girls have struggles that need support sexually, politically and just as human beings. None of us are perfect save in one thing, the ability to love 100%. Hugs and kisses, Smoosh

    Janet
  • on March 30, 2006
    wow, this is a great piece, it is sad but true in todays society a lot of this is happening and sometimes we do not even notice it. Its just a reminder to all that these things do happen to real people around us, our neighbor, or maybe even to one of our friends.

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