Didnít grow up in the inner city,
Never been beaten so bad I could die;
Wasnít torn open with the end of a broomstick,
Didnít get dumped on some hospital cart:
But Iím gay, too.

Never slept hard on the floor of a trailer,
Wasn't sent to bed hungry, or bleeding, or bruised;
Haven't hated my mother or hid from my father,
Wasn't locked in my room, or out of the house:
But Iím gay, too.

Havenít been passed from family to family,
Didn't run Ďtil I just couldnít run any more,
Haven't searched through the trash for food to survive on;
Never peddled my ass to get money to live:
But Iím gay, too.

Wasnít so small I couldn't resist them,
Wasnít so cute that I looked like a girl;
Didnít spend every day looking over my shoulder,
And fear every classroom, hallway, and street:
But Iím gay, too.

For my brothers who paid such a price without freedom,
In a coin Iíve never yet had to spend;
I'll declare to all others the ransom youĎve suffered,
And lift my head high, and stand tall, and shout out:
IíM GAY, TOO!

 


 

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