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The religious zealots say,
they will pray for us,
They look down their nose,
at us with disgust.

They say repent;
we are an abomination,
We are headed straight
to hell fire and damnation.

They scream we offend them,
and their religion,
It is none of their business;
not their decision.

Eighty percent of churches,
condemn homosexuality,
They explain it’s a sin,
and say it is an abnormality.

Gays are four times more likely to be,
alcoholics, addicts, and commit suicide.
From day one most of us feel shamed,
we have been crucified.

Everything is cool,
as long as you don't get caught,
If exposed,
they strike while the iron is hot.

From the very beginning,
we have been ostracized,
The very essence,
of our being they criticize.

Religion and queers,
always conflicting,
Their words and actions
are contradicting.

I know I have always,
shied away from finding God,
I was told I would,
face the firing squad.

This always stayed.
in my heart and in my head,
Being a Queer;
people want you dead.

You can always feel there,
eyes watching you,
If they catch you alone;
they beat you black and blue.

All this negative input;
you cannot help but internalize,
I use to think to myself;
why am I being de-personalized.

Let me close this up by saying,
it is much better than it used to be,
BUT If I had a choice;
I would rather it be you than me…


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This being said, it is not a choice to be or not to be gay.
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Not Explicit Content


as I understood that it is not a choice to be gay or whatever you want to call homosexuality, I realised that it could not possibly be a thing that God condemned. After all, God is supposed to be perfect, he doesn't make mistakes. ~ Geezer.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

You rhyming is good, but the cadence of the lines is a little stuttery, and some could be improved so that they flow better.

"You can always feel there,"

I did not understand the meaning of this line, in the context of the rest of the stanza. Should the word be "their", or perhaps "them"?
Good poem though. I particularly like the last stanza, refinforcing the fact that its not a choice.

Respectfully, Race

"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo

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