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Oct 24, 2013
When I was little, I was bullied for being lesbian, even though I didn\’t know what that was then. I was bullied for being smart, for being small, for being skinny; for being me. I felt so angry all the time. I hated everyone that looked at me differently. As I grew, I became the smartest kid in school, from the oldest to the youngest. I taught the little kids new things, and usually found myself with older kids, but never my own age group. Mainly because they judged me. In 4th grade, I had a girlfriend but I never had friends before, so I was really awkward. Those were my happiest days. Everyone thought we were close friends. They learned in 8th grade we weren’t less than that, but more. They were confused, 1)she was Muslim, 2)they didn’t think either of us were lesbian; 3)they didn’t understand the sexuality itself. “But, like, how do you know?” I was asked in after-care (in school of course.) “How do you know you’re not?” I replied. “Because-” “You like boys. It’s the same concept, but same sex. No biggy.” I interrupted her. She still didn’t understand, and may never will. Now, I’m in 9th grade, and I feel deep feelings for a Hispanic girl two years my junior(I’m 13 years old.) My feelings for her are the same has that of a heterosexual, but the sex is different (by sex I mean gender, get-your-mind-out-the-gutter.) Anyway, love is love.
The world is scared of us. They try to shut us down because they don’t understand us. They fear what they can’t explain, which makes us fearless, and makes them fear us. Anger, sadness, and depression is their way of controlling us. Putting bars of limitation around our bodies, chains of hate and solitude on all of our limbs, and the helmet of the ideal “normal” being embedded permanently into our heads. But we hold our hands on the roses and as much and as hard as you do, you hateful dog you. My blood boils, my body aches, but my heart is stronger than a tiger’s strength. You try to break me with hate, but it feeds my strength. Your hate is suppose to be a distraction away from your fear. I’m your fear because I defy the bubble of your ideal. Don’t hate, appreciate, but hate, and hate, and hate until you waste away like the girl in A-Team. You make me laugh as you try to make me go down in flames, but fire I am made of, flames I create. It worked before but I have learned your tricks and ripped your sleeves away magician. I tore away my sleeves, but still made a dove out of my hand and your hanky I “found”. I walk on the stage a fool with a pathetic purpose, and off of it a world sensation with their goal achieved while you stand in frustration and slip into my black hole. Society blindfolded you, but I will tear it away and cure your blindness. Raise you from a damned dog to an angel for the damned. Society fears us for we have crossed their “Utopia’s ideal” and learned more than they will ever even dare to hear of. They want war, we’ll give them wisdom through a punch and a kick on this little land they feel is a battlefield. But from the beginning they lost by making us stronger with their hate for content of their words don’t matter. We don’t care. Because we are fearless.
Learn to listen people. Just because we are different doesn’t mean we’re dangerous. Give it a try, and don’t give up. I’m all fired up now. Listening to You Me At Six-”Bite My Tongue”, writing that poem freehandedly, and listening to Cydney in the video “Feeling The Lesser” on youtube (after the song ended of course.)You’ve got to see the youtube video “Feeling The Lesser”. It’s amazing and so open-minded and heartfelt (regardless that it considered to be rambling.) I hope you enjoyed my poem and this video. Have an awesome day while I listen to some more music and watch Stacy and Cydney videos. Later.Categories: LGBT Health and Rights