From: wiki.youth-guard.org
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag every day.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the guy that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the prostitute working the streets because I can't find anybody who will hire a transsexua...l 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 the Christian that can’t find a pastor to marry me to a woman in the eyes of God.
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.
I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts won’t let me because she lives with another woman.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won’t risk loosing my family and friends.
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 brother that gets called a fag just because my brother isn’t ashamed of who he is.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the girl that was raped behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a “real woman”.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the guy down the street that can’t get a disability pension because my partner is a man.I am the woman who died when the paramedics stopped treating me because they found out I didn't have a female body.
I am the man that is afraid of losing his job, for expressing his true identity.
I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.
I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the would who I am, but I'm too scared.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
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 Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of home because they were honest with their families.
I am the girl that struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.I am the footballer scared to come out because I might lose my contract.
I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family wont let me because I would look like a dyke.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson”.
I am the bisexual whose friends don't want her to go to a movie with them because there'll be a homophobe there, and they don't want him to get mad at them for inviting me.
We are all around you.
We are the millions that want the hate to end.