Wednesday, March 29, 2006
I am the...
My friend Tim found this and posted it on a Myspace bulletin…I thought I would share it with the rest of the world. These are the voices of the people who could not speak their voices and have to rely on the rest of us to do it for them.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
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 transgender 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 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 woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transgender. (yes, this actually happened...actually, there are tons of reports of this happening)
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the person 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.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im 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" (R.I.P. Matthew Shepard)
I am a boy who sat in my room for three months crying and waiting for my life to end before it even started because gay was taught not to be ok (jb)
I am the guy who hated himself everyday for not being the son his mother wanted, the son his father dreamed of or the man he thought he'd be. (MB)
I am the proud gay man who fought and served in the army, the very same army that does not accept who I really am.
I am the lesbian who dated a lot of men, slept around, got raped multiple times and fought myself because I was told I just hadn't found the right man.(AR)
I am the boy allowed himself to be brought down by drugs and abusive boyfriends because he did not have parents that he could talk to about his life and the lies he was forced to tell. (I*A Archangel)
I am the boy who watched his first true love die from HIV complications and listen to his ex’s parents blame him for the death because they could not face the fact their son did not follow the life they had wanted for him. (I*A Archangel)
The names or initials in the parentheses are the initials or screen names of the people who posted their comments. ¶ 3/29/2006 08:47:00 AM
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
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 transgender 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 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 woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transgender. (yes, this actually happened...actually, there are tons of reports of this happening)
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the person 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.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im 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" (R.I.P. Matthew Shepard)
I am a boy who sat in my room for three months crying and waiting for my life to end before it even started because gay was taught not to be ok (jb)
I am the guy who hated himself everyday for not being the son his mother wanted, the son his father dreamed of or the man he thought he'd be. (MB)
I am the proud gay man who fought and served in the army, the very same army that does not accept who I really am.
I am the lesbian who dated a lot of men, slept around, got raped multiple times and fought myself because I was told I just hadn't found the right man.(AR)
I am the boy allowed himself to be brought down by drugs and abusive boyfriends because he did not have parents that he could talk to about his life and the lies he was forced to tell. (I*A Archangel)
I am the boy who watched his first true love die from HIV complications and listen to his ex’s parents blame him for the death because they could not face the fact their son did not follow the life they had wanted for him. (I*A Archangel)
The names or initials in the parentheses are the initials or screen names of the people who posted their comments. ¶ 3/29/2006 08:47:00 AM
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I am the boy who spent many sleepless nights, crying because I knew I was different in a way society didn't like and I knew I could never change.
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