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Sep 2017
Would he hate me
Knowing who I am
This time in my life
Trying to open up
Throw a bomb
Down castro street
He said
As I listened on
Too young to know
Exactly why
You would want to ******
Happy people
What would you think of me
Knowing who I really am
Would you still love me
And change your mind
Would you accept me
Would you disown me
Would you ignore what I say
Or would you stay
Right by my side
Hand on my shoulder
Love me regardless
What would you do
Grandpa?
This is about my grandpa who used to make homophobic remarks when I was growing up. I really loved him and he passed away a long time ago. I wonder if his hate would have one day changed?
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