Until the Day-LGBT

A poem about straight pride

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Until the day when you’re the one who gets the looks in the street,

The ones that scream “You’re not welcome here,”

Purely because I’m holding my boyfriend’s hand.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day when you’re seen as lesser by the government,

When your love is invalidated by mere slips of paper,

signed into the very fabric of society,

by nothing more than bigots,

hiding behind their masks of religious freedom.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day that people like you,

condemned for the mere act of loving,

are told to burn in Hell for eternity,

by those who twist religions into mobs.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day when you have to fight for your right to exist,

to live how you want,

to love how you want,

to love who you want.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day that you get labeled a sinner,

for looking at a boy or girl the wrong way,

for feeling the wrong way about the right person.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day when your people’s execution,

is considered legal and just,

by a society so blinded by hate,

that it no longer sees the value in human life.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day that the words “liberty and justice for all” in our nation’s pledge,

leave the taste of bitter irony on your tongue,

because you know those words couldn’t be farther from the truth.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day that the blood of your people,

straight blood,

runs through the streets of every country

every town

every city,

dressing the pavement with the crimson stains of hatred and intolerance.

When that day comes, you can ask about having straight pride.

 

 

Until the day,

when you are oppressed for being straight,

when you have to fight for the right to be straight,

when you have to fight for your right to life,

when you have to fight for your right to love,

don’t you dare ask me why there isn’t a straight pride movement.