November you can find me at the voting booth
Putting in my plus one only for the real truth
  All people of the earth were created the same
  This is the election that will change-up the game

We are liberating Blacks, Gays, Trans, and Females
So that everybody counts the same as white males
  Nobody shall be left out of our public schools
  Nor shall their hands be banned from their right to use tools

Until equality is provided for all
Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers join me in call,
  “Our cause is one, our right divine, if our justice
  Is denied, it will not stop or cure the restless”

You are angry that I didn’t tell you
That I told everybody else I knew
You said such horrible things about gays
So we have to go our separate ways.
You will go back to your church teas
And, I will go out with whomever I please.

I may end up working the streets
Or living with some stranger I meet
Because living your rules is as hard
As you’re not accepting the will of god;
Because this is who he made me.
So who has the right to degrade me?

While you gripe about me hiding from you
Examine all the hateful things you do
And the awful things you say every day
About my friends, and me who are gay.
Did you never consider from day one
That you might be talking about your son?

We pray, we march yet nothing occurs
The line between love and hate remains a blurred
Line...
I...
Want to love them but their hate for me doesnt make the pain hurt less
When they put their bullets in my back, their knees in my back
Dead blacks in the street makes me want to attack
In defense of self
My pride for self
My love for self
Relishes not in useless killing or demeaning
I find myself grieving for every mother and father putting their child in a grave
In a day and age when social media shows the outrage live
The outcry just seems to embolden police officers lies
The 24 hour news, reminds us what we mean to Lady Liberty
And as her children sing the blues
Historical levels of un-education continue
Existential unemployment
Prison rates that makes for better business
The world witnesses police brutality and black fatalities in real time and does nothing about it
If you never walked a mile in my shoes then you know nothing about it
If you lived a day in my life you would never feel blessed
You would feel less vested in teaching your children that in the U.S. all men are created equal

I remember the first time someone explained to me what the word gay meant.
We were in middle school
Playing on the swing set behind Stoy Elementary
"He’s so gay," she said
Bitter disgust poured out of her mouth with every syllable
I could not think as to why being happy could be such a horrible thing
And so I asked
My exact words being
“Whats so wrong with being happy?”
Now both my friends looked at me weird
“Don’t you know what gay means?”
“Doesn’t it mean to be happy?”
“You’re such a little kid, gay does not mean happy. Gay is a boy who likes another boy”
I stood there wondering why it mattered so much that a boy liked another boy;
why it was such a distasteful thing.
And why it meant gay couldn’t still mean happy.

Love, you see
Is very easy
Easy as 1, 2, 3
As A, B, C

I give my heart to you
You give me yours
Ooops! Don't break it!
For I'll also drop yours

I point a gun into your chest
And you're free to do the same
Because in us, we trust
That our fingers that can pull the trigger, is too numb

I give my all to you
You give your all to me
I'll promise forever to you
Will you promise forever to me too?

Love is easy, it should be
It's just a matter of give and take
A symbiotic interaction called mutualism
A law called equivalent exchange

But love isn't easy
Emotions, situations, make it so hard
If only it was easy
Poetry won't exist even now

If love was as easy as a barter system
I'll offer you my all, you can take them
And I'll succumb to all that you've given
But love isn't easy at all, love just isn't

I have a wish
I wish everybody had a blank face
until we come to the point
that we know we genuinely love them
so we would not base our love for one another on appearance
but on our inward display

Love as loud as a lion’s roar.
Love as quiet as a bird’s song.
Songs that scream,
Songs that whisper.
Love is passionate.
Love is noticeable.
Songs that bring joy,
Songs that bring tears.
No love is the same,
No song is the same.
People have different views on each.
But that’s the thing about music, about love.
Each genre is different,
But in the end it's all the same.
Both are on the earth to make us happy,
To make living worth living.