I thought that I was doing ok
The lies I have told
The half truth
Where the subject of the story will change genders
And bend To fit the mold
That I can not contort to fit
I want to tell you that I am doing it
and let you know what I have been
Too broken and scared to tell
Because I want a white picket fence
But I have been told to pretend
That I can make amends
For this supposed sin
And then I will she more than emptiness
In the norm
I want to want a wedding with only one bride
Where my right are realized
I want to kiss a girl without the reply
Of being criticized and despised
Because my preferences is immoral
As if the placement of an x or y
Determines the confines of who I can love
As if I am capable
Of escaping the inescapable
Being yourself is great
As long as you are yourself in the right way
You say you can choose my faith
But separation of church and state
Was never up for debate
Anymore then the free speech
Which gives you the right to throw hate
For something that is within my control as eye color
But at the end of hell we still love each other
If you tried to rewrite DNA
brain wash us into change
I will still be the same
Whether you like it or not I am gay
And one day
I will met my bride to be
the fight for rights with be history
I will push aside her wedding veil
And then I’ll know we have prevailed
At living a joyful life
As wife and wife
With the same mix of joy and strife
As everyone else
Because I am no different than everyone else
My sexuality is not my personality
But it is a part of me
And it will not change