Published in Poetry Escape
Where is a world in which people don’t have to live in fear of who they are? Where is a world where being gay isn’t an insult? I was walking down the hall. There was a line for lunch that moved at a snail's pace and at the end of the line I hear you’re gay, no you’re gay and so on and so forth. No one stopped it they just stood in silence. So I walk to them and I say being gay is not bad. Yet they kept insisting that it was, and there I stood, in the hall, painted it seemed with people scared to come out feared by others who don’t understand it. Where is a world in which people who are gay can do what they want or love who they love? Where is a world in which people who are gay are not treated like the lowest of low; below everyone else? All the time I hear gay is bad, you’re gay and other things like that. People who stand up are are called gay like it is bad by those who fear it.
Where is this world?