What are you?
They asked.
I am who I am.
I answered.

But you are very difference from us.
They pointed out.
Yes, I know.
I admitted.

You are queer and weird.
They said.
Yes, I am queer, and I am weird  but nothing wrong with me!
I shouted back.

They were kids and so was I.
Why the world is so cruel to me?

I am different.
I am queer.
But nothing wrong with that.

NOTHING WRONG WITH ME  
FOR BEING WHO I AM

I am not what they defined me.  
I am who I am, and I am queer.