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me and my red bow
Contributed by
Un4GivenSoul
on
Thursday, 17th March 2005 @ 09:34:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Sex is not what it used to be
And I wear this red bow to remind me
I lost a friend and unknown friendships
To love.
I am not racist, but a rainbow reflection
Of those who prefer not to judge.
Just as the trees, I wish we were free
United
To stand for a cause.
If the girls were pick
And the boys blue
What color would you be?
Simply,
For the fact
That I am different
I am labeled
And bashed
Bruised
And hidden
As not to shame my family's past.
My identity by birth
In all that can be
It is the red bow you see
The bow of my heart
Tied to me
Wanting nothing more
Than to love love
Honestly
I ask you
To understand
Before another unfortunately dies
Being gay
Is not about you
What you have
Or how far from you
You desire me to be
It's not a
Question
Of dominance or
Reproduction
For me to convey
I am the I in
PRIDE
Accept me as I stand
Respect me for my
Journey
Or leave me to love
Myself
That would mean more to me
Than the words you speak to me and my red bow
Copyright ©
Un4GivenSoul
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2005-03-17 21:34:09]
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Re: me and my red bow
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by xtremcalibur on
Friday, 18th March 2005 @ 04:56:48 AM AEST
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| That was quite touching. I could see you and your red bow (smiles). I wish everyone would read this. Maybe they will and when they do, they will see how beautiful this write is. |
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Re: me and my red bow
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by Chubs on
Tuesday, 19th July 2005 @ 09:29:29 PM AEST
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| this was a great peom. some of my friends are gay and i know their struggles. great writing. |
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