You call me gay,
You call me fag,
This you say,
As if it were bad.
You call me a whore,
A bitch and a dyke,
I've heard these before,
They're all so alike.
We are the same,
I have a heart too,
But I'll get the fame,
Then try and be cruel.
When my name is in lights,
Who will you betray,
Who will you fight,
What friend will you throw away.
A contest entry
- Passion by MrsJones.
350 points, ended September 20, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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I like your poem, especially the last part:
When my name is in lights,
Who will you betray,
Who will you fight,
What friend will you throw away.
Great job!
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this was amazing! i loved it! deep feelings! i know how you feel
great job!
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Deep
I absolutely love this poem! People really need to let others live their lives. True friends don't betray one another, but in this world true friends are rare. -
Great poem, and one I can relate to well. Lots of bitterness to those who ridicule in this. I really hate it when other people think that calling us gay or a fag is really bad. It's just stating the obvious. Thanks for entering.
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