[In the words of many a fallen men and women......]
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.
I am the sister who holds her bloody, tear-stained brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before she understood the boundaries of sexuality.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not allow my partner of twenty-seven years to enter 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 am not a special or unique snowflake. Regardless, I hung myself within weeks of graduating because I suddenly became the center of attention.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bed-room 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 gay parents raise gay children.
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 transsexual. Apparently my anatomy was too different from everyone elses.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt always have to 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. True love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian because of the things they say to my kind.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two American patriots wanted to "teach me a lesson."
I am the mangled body of a man in a straight jacket. When asked what my mental illness was, I realised they never told me.
I am the ashes of a shirt doused in holy water, set aflame, stained with blood, and worn by someone of the opposite sex.
And I am the noises at the end of the hall, driven insane by a white box with padding because for my own father to look at me would've instead driven him simply mad.
It's all simply mad.......