We’re born on an island far, far away
we wear green cammies every single day
we put ourselves through hell and then ask for more
to bear the symbol of United States Marine Corps

we fight in far off lands with deserts and more
we fight for pride and freedom and for our corps
we don’t ask for great pay or a half decent meal
there is no way a poem can describe how we feel

when we get back, there will be tears in both of our eyes
yours are for happiness mine are for my friends that died

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 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.

We say “like” like love
Deep stares into each other eyes
When things are good
When we share a moment
When we make love
“I like you”
And so many more emotions are behind those words
Begging to be expressed
Want to scream that I love you
But I’m so terrified of admitting that once again I’m in this place
Swore that I’d never allow another to man to make me feel...anything
Yet here you are
Everyday trying to prove to me that you are worthy of my love

Women, you need to fix yourself and be independent.
Take my advice into consideration, don’t be offended.
Stop complaining about your man; love him for who he is,
If you are not stable, stop opening your legs and pushing out kids.
Stop looking for love in all the wrong places.
Don’t stay with a man if he keeps catching cases.

Sometimes I hide
The me inside me
In front of my friends
And my family
I want to be myself
But do I know who that is?
And will all this confusion
Finally come to an end?
Sometimes I think
That I can just be strong
But I am too scared
I’ve been hiding to long
To just all of a sudden one day
Stand up in front of everyone and say
That I have been lying all this time
Without any real reason or rhyme
Except for the fact that I’m just too scared