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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

i did not write this simply gathered it from a range of different websites, i did add my own sentence in thought which is completely true but please take time out to read this and make a difference.

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 woman who suffered domestic violence because I was pushed into marriage to a man by my church to cure my homosexuality.
I am the girl who cant go to school because she was bullied so bad for being gay and the staff didn't seem to even notice
I am the mother who supports her son after finding out his father abused him badly.
I am the girl who watches a grin appear on her dads face every time i say i have broken up with another girl, and watches the grin disappear when i say to him i have a new girlfriend
I am the one that had a ton of "friends" until I came out
Im the one who listens to the abuse off everyone else about how its wrong to be a lesbian, but all im doing is been true to myself and all i wish for is to be accepted in the world as a human being
I am the one who can't face her own mother because she knows deep down, she disapproves...

I am the one whose faith has been torn apart because my church no longer wants me bringing "evil" in.
I am the one who used to cry myself to sleep next to my boyfriend, as I was too scared to show the world I loved a woman
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag every day.
I am the guy that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the Christian that can’t find a pastor to marry me to a woman in the eyes of God.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because
I won’t risk loosing my family and friends.
I am the brother that gets called a fag just because my brother isn’t ashamed of who he is.
I am the girl that was raped behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a “real woman”.
I am the guy down the street that can’t get a disability pension because my partner is a man.
I am the woman who died when the paramedics stopped treating me because they found out I didn't have a female body.
I am the man that is afraid of losing his job, for expressing his true identity.
I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.
I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the would who I am, but I'm too scared.
I am the Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of home because they were honest with their families.
I am the girl that struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.
I am the footballer scared to come out because I might lose my contract.
I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one.
I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family wont let me because I would look like a dyke.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson”.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual
I am the teen who lost all his friends because I told them about me.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am girl who had to break up with my lover because my parents found out it was another girl
I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gaybash.

I am the transgendered person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants /don't/ raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win.

We are all around you.
We are the millions that want the hate to end.
No matter of sexuality, gender or the way a person lives everyone should be treated the same and only when things like this are known and spread can it touch everyone’s heart and make a difference to the way the world is. Some people go through things like this in life when they shouldn’t have too; we should live in a society where everyone is accepted no matter who they are, how they live or what they choose to be. Please make a difference, if you are a mother, father, brother, sister, grandparent, auntie, uncle, cousin, friend or just some stranger on the street, treat everyone the way you would like them to treat you no matter of your views to them. All we want is for everyone to be equal and I believe for that the truth has to be told and people’s hearts have to be touched and with this collaboration of sentences of real people’s experiences within life this can be done. Would you like it if you were in any of there positions? Would you like it if this was someone you know? How about if it was a family member or a best friend? Would you be there for them or would you walk away and ignore it like so many people do? Please just make a difference and stop the hate.

Submitted: July 25, 2009

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that was really good well done

please could you read my poem..
what i used to be
its really personal but i want to use my experiences to help others. Also if you could leave a comment i would be really grateful

if you have time i'm also writing a story called terrorized love...i don't want to give too much away but its basically about friendship discrimination bullying and love. Its also a true story

thank you and once again please read my work

Sat, July 25th, 2009 9:58pm


hey thanks :), and il be sure to read your poem and leave a comment, if i get time il read your story as well and let you know what i think xxxxxxxxxxx

Sat, July 25th, 2009 3:51pm

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