the media for me is no compass
crooked child in a straight world
we sit divided and united with figurative
ties, strung all together like the pride rings on a chain
a silent network
you get more vehemently angry about
a woman's right to choose
than gay marriages on the ballot
because it's safe
in Public Homophobic America
to support Rock For Choice
and you might as well fuck PFLAG as a high school student
it won't do you any good to suffer aloud
sympathy is hiding
empathy is felt deep in someone's heart too afraid
in the shadows, to speak out
if Stonewall hits my history class
because i chose it for my term paper
i'm not afraid to be accused of liking girls
they're more scared of the truth than i

the media for me is no compass
crooked child in a straight world
even the Rush Limbaugh-following conservative
Southern-licked asshole friend of mine
didn't rake me over the coals when he found out
Liberal pro-choice un-matching girl
is not only a freak but a dyke
but is that just because two women at once are his fantasy?

the media for me is no compass
crooked child in a straight world
she's got shit-kicker boots with no one in
particular to kick
we got our blood boiling behind
stone-cold faces and rant only to each other
upon paper
and kiss in empty houses
or places we know to be safe
like the coffeehouse or just a street
our choices to be silent now
are temporary but feel worse than wisdom-teeth holes
we won't live as "roommates" but lovers
i'd marry her if it were legal
i'm telling my story to any soul who will listen
but is it even unique any more?
maybe...
they'll listen because i'm queer and not yet 20
i haven't tried to kill myself but gave
it two years of serious consideration
and came out of it
a happy lesbian kid
with a girlfriend and the beginning of a 
lifelong struggle against ignorance
what have i to hide,
to closet in shame?
THEY did this to me
i did not force myself to be afraid
but somebody's got to go around
waving a freedom flag?
wearing a pink triangle like
a homosexual sentenced to a Nazi death camp?
tragedy strikes before change comes about
revolution from oppression
the tiny voices finally receiving a mic and some
press coverage
a little isn't enough

the media is no compass for me
crooked child in a straight world
let me go down a martyr and a voice
however cliched the American agenda may seem
don't let another die ashamed and alone
leave me a legacy

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