I was told all about revering flag All men equal in land of the free Then a guy hit a guy, called him ***: Some equality. The guy he hit was me. All I heard back then was constant rebuke And thinly disguised batches of scorn. So much so that I wanted to puke. It was like they blamed me for being born.
What am I saying? They did blame me! They wanted me to act more manfully. There was never a another way but theirs Not even if you are one of their heirs. Wait, especially if you are related to them! Who you are, the way you are is scary Because it might make others question Are they gay and why did they even marry?
So, I got the ugly looks and glances; The hatred and the ugly names daily. No chance of happy-ever-after romance Because I was being taught to hate me. And other gays, were taught self-hate too And taught that they were not good. I would have gladly reversed the situation, In a hot minute, if I was sure I could.
But the ruling class was straight men And their homophobic old boys club And usually their families went along So, there was no fix. Aye, thereβs the rub. I would be an adult before I realized The idea is to ignore bigoted fools And make room in your own heart For a much more loving set of rules.