A Gay's Integrity

A Gay’s Integrity


My friend, tears are flowing

From your eyes down to your cheeks.

I lend you my shoulder and you cry even harder.

Your curse them,

Those people who are blinded by culture.

You hate them,

Those people you thought will understand you.

You blame Him,

The one who gave you breath and soul.

I force my lips to stay shut

Until you open yours for me.

Finally! You ask, “Is it my fault I’m like this?”

My answer is not what you want to

Pass through your ears.

“Yes, it is your fault—your choice”

Your eyes become wide,

You want to drown me like an angry tide.

You said you’re proud of who you are,

And yet you blame others of what you are.

You refuse to own up the choice you made.

Thus, you really are a ‘gay’.

Nothing is wrong with being gay.

But people like you give gays a bad name.

Stop blaming.

Start working.


Prove to them that you can only be the best

As you can be

If you choose to be a gay.