• Glances again,
    pure inner laughter again
    Steps and rhythms
    Cold ones and melting ones.
    Yawning, daring not to look, eyes glued to the news.
    She's this, she's that, and no--I will never be her or him,
    or them or they,
    But when will I greet the day?
    I need freedom, I need change, I need peace.
    But I was not good enough.
    I am a failure
    and I am a freak.
    Mother, how long can you go on this way?
    Ignorant sister, just how much do you have to say?
    I am not good enough.
    I am a freak.
    I love differently than you.
    She loves a he.
    And she is a clueless lover.
    Ridicule. Hate. Discrimination.
    Causes pain, suffering, fire.
    Bleeding, bleeding, and bleeding.
    Fighting.
    Why?
    Because we love--differently--than they?
    Love?
    I am not good enough?
    I am a freak.
    She's great, she's whole, she's smart and cute.
    Funny.
    Because I am nothing, low, dumb and ugly.

    Glances more
    Wish they weren't.
    Wish they were new fights.
    Fistfights, bruises, cuts, knives.
    Just so a resolution.
    Finally over and said.
    What is it?
    What am I to you?
    This is not only my war.
    For a war has just sprung up around us.
    We need freedom, change, peace.
    Love?
    Yes.
    Love.
    Am I good enough?
    I love differently...right?
    No. I am stronger. I am going to make it.
    She's wonderful, beautiful, smart.
    But I am strong, caring, happier.
    I can love.
    This is freedom, change, peace.
    Ignorant sister, ignoring mother,
    You are loved.
    Steps and Rhythms
    Strengthening me.
    This is war.
    This is love.
    This is pain.
    Mother?...smile. We are going to make it.
    ----And yes, mother. I *am* gay.
    And our love is one of the same.