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tripletoe I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I
am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will
hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight
through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried
our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the
hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the
room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken
away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish
they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the
attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will
probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed
myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to
bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found
out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who
never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the
management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit
the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother
because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence
survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they
found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence
survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the
father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection
to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach
gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who
died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was
transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be
a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating
me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't
believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person
who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you
believe homophobia is wrong.