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  Feb 2018 Kealey
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
Kealey Jun 2016
Beatings* and screaming
Tears streaming down your face
Punished for being attracted to guys
Something you didn’t choose
Why do you have to be this way?

People hate on you for who you love
You hate yourself for loving them
You hide yourself
Hurt yourself
Why do you have to be this way?

Your friends are gone
Your families screaming,
“It’s just a phase”
Nobody understands
After all, they’re not gay
Why do you have to be this way?

“God will send you to hell”
They scream
Getting louder each time they speak
You can’t take it!
Why do you have to be this way?

You scream and cry in anguish
Until they push too hard
They push you off the edge
This is the only way
Why do you have to be this way?

You fall
The wind screaming relief in your ears
You’re flying
The ground getting closer
Why did you have to be this way?

One last *breath

THUD!
You’re gone, gone from the prejudice
You’re safe, there’s no more pain
Why did you have to be gay?

They cry, they lie
About how they didn’t know
But how couldn’t they?
They gave the final push
Why did they have to be that way?
**Why couldn’t they just accept and love you the way you were?
In English we were required to write a poem. I am bisexual and have dealt with hate, so I decided to do my poem on just that. Some people loved it and found it touching and eye-opening while others did not.

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