So many struggles to face,
Just to hold you.
My love burns eternaly,
Yet we must hide are passionate ways.
They all call us names,
Tell us our love is wrong.
Yet we hold on to eachother,
Fight to move on.
My mother is against it,
Telling me it's disgusting.
She doesn't know because she can't accept,
This is who I have to be.
When did love become wrong,
When did it take a shape, a form.
When did love become a sin,
How can they tell us how to live?
A woman can love a woman,
And a man another man.
Let them judge, just let them stare,
They can never hurt if we refuse to care!
Gold trophy winner
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