i talk but you don't listen, i look but you say i am blind while i speak, i seem unique but im telling you something you already should know when you look at me, my walk, my style, my talk, my file, do you say to yourself "fag?" do you laugh as you point at me and mouth the offensive words im sitting on this bench speaking to you and youre watching my lips move but nothing is coming out to you coming out to you acceptance to you is just a word. acceptance to me is everything i would accept you, why won't you accept me?? and i tell my brother when he says the word that i am proud to be a fag i like guys, and you don't if you were more honest, and i were less forgiving, what would happen? we'd never talk to each other again nicole accepts me, and emmanuel accepts me and you can't? love is harder to find when youre gay but you don't understand, nothing made me this way! i didn't wake up one morning and say today ill be fey i don't accept that it was my chromo that made me a homo let me tell you right now that as i take a bow the skies have cleared, and im looking up not even looking at your tent, w'sup? and i am honest, through and through and i will go but before your anti-homo shit comes and before i do if you can't accept it, im done talking to you.
Reason for writing:
my ex-best friend from grade school..i called him up and tried to talk to him
i didn't really do it with any heart, and we still aren't speaking
Birth sign: Aries
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