I've known him all my life
his heart remains the same
so he doesn't walk or talk like you:
For THIS he should feel shame?
Put a stamp on his head-
If it makes you feel better;
He's a queer, a homo, a fag-
printed in big red letters.
Doesn't make you more valuable-
or confirm you're all man;
You're like the multitude of others
who fear what they cant understand.
Long before he recognized
the self he tried to hide
I cried tears with him in silence
while he scaled this great divide.
A little tolerance is in order:
not one of us is so refined
to shun the hidded jewels amongst us
found with open hearts and open minds.