Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2012
I won't conform to your ways,
I'm not straight,
I will stand tall and defend myself,
You may not understand,
But at least I know who I am,
And don't you worry your pretty little head,
I won't come onto you,
I know if you fear my kind,
I know if your uncomfortable,
But you have to accept us,
Our population is growing,
And now we can marry in some states,
Be parents,
And we can love,
And on the occasion we are not accepted
You'll see we're stronger than you,
Because of who we are we're put through hell,
But at least we can still live and still go to heaven,
At Least We're Strong And Ourselves.
Victoria Jennings
Written by
Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
328
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems