Here's To Hope
Apr. 17th, 2010 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noru_face88Discrimination hurts everyone. Please read, and do your part to stop the hate.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am
a lesbian.
I am the boy who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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 the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
I am the one that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the one who never finished high school, because I got called a fag every day.
I am the teen who lost all his friends because I told them the truth.
We are the couple who can't get the tax benefits of companionship because we are both the same gender.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won’t risk loosing my family and friends.
I am the sibling that gets called a fag just because my brother isn’t ashamed of who he is.
I am the girl that was assaulted behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a “real woman”.
I am the Christian that is discriminated against because many of my faith are not as accepting.
I am the guy down the street that can’t get a disability pension because my partner is a male.
I am the man that is afraid of losing his job for expressing his true identity.
I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.
I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the would who I am, but I'm too scared.
I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts won’t let me because she lives with another woman.
I am the Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of home because they were honest with their families.
I am the religious leader that was excommunicated because I said that God loves everyone, regardless of their sexual preference.
I am the woman who suffers domestic violence because I was pushed into marriage to a man by my church to cure my homosexuality.
I am the girl that struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.
I am the football player scared to come out because I might lose my contract.
I am the Christian that can’t find a pastor to marry me to my soul mate, who is the same gender as I, in the eyes of God.
I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family wont let me because I would look like a dyke.
I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one because it was 'gay'.
I am the adolescent ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a homosexual because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year, because I told my teachers that I was homosexual. One said that I was going to hell the other wanted to cure me.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
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 one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the person that can not be myself for fear of what others will think of me.
I am the person who wants to be treated like a human being instead of an animal.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time just because she was 'different'.
I am the daughter, the girl you raised and loved. Now you wont talk to me because I shattered your dreams of ever having grandchildren and you are afraid of telling your friends for shame.
I am the one who can't face her own mother because she knows deep down, she disapproves.
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 woman who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the woman who died when paramedics stopped treating me because they realized my body was male.
We are the couple who can never hold hands in public because of the disgusted glares that follow us.
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 best friend, the same person you grew up with, and told your secrets too. The person you won't talk to anymore, because my partner is a women.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the one who was not allowed to attend church because my "sin" would taint the other members.
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 man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the one who was shot and killed in a place I thought safe because of my preferences.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two men wanted to "teach me a lesson."
I AM the person who has to hide what this world needs most: LOVE
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am
a lesbian.
I am the boy who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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 the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
I am the one that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the one who never finished high school, because I got called a fag every day.
I am the teen who lost all his friends because I told them the truth.
We are the couple who can't get the tax benefits of companionship because we are both the same gender.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won’t risk loosing my family and friends.
I am the sibling that gets called a fag just because my brother isn’t ashamed of who he is.
I am the girl that was assaulted behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a “real woman”.
I am the Christian that is discriminated against because many of my faith are not as accepting.
I am the guy down the street that can’t get a disability pension because my partner is a male.
I am the man that is afraid of losing his job for expressing his true identity.
I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.
I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the would who I am, but I'm too scared.
I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts won’t let me because she lives with another woman.
I am the Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of home because they were honest with their families.
I am the religious leader that was excommunicated because I said that God loves everyone, regardless of their sexual preference.
I am the woman who suffers domestic violence because I was pushed into marriage to a man by my church to cure my homosexuality.
I am the girl that struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.
I am the football player scared to come out because I might lose my contract.
I am the Christian that can’t find a pastor to marry me to my soul mate, who is the same gender as I, in the eyes of God.
I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family wont let me because I would look like a dyke.
I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one because it was 'gay'.
I am the adolescent ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a homosexual because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the student that had to switch to another high school on my senior year, because I told my teachers that I was homosexual. One said that I was going to hell the other wanted to cure me.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
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 one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the person that can not be myself for fear of what others will think of me.
I am the person who wants to be treated like a human being instead of an animal.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time just because she was 'different'.
I am the daughter, the girl you raised and loved. Now you wont talk to me because I shattered your dreams of ever having grandchildren and you are afraid of telling your friends for shame.
I am the one who can't face her own mother because she knows deep down, she disapproves.
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 woman who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the woman who died when paramedics stopped treating me because they realized my body was male.
We are the couple who can never hold hands in public because of the disgusted glares that follow us.
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 best friend, the same person you grew up with, and told your secrets too. The person you won't talk to anymore, because my partner is a women.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the one who was not allowed to attend church because my "sin" would taint the other members.
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 man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the one who was shot and killed in a place I thought safe because of my preferences.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two men wanted to "teach me a lesson."
I AM the person who has to hide what this world needs most: LOVE
