Great white father knows best Great white mother cares more
Hear the red heart’s tears
Hear the Mother’s tears
Hear the Child‘s tears
Lost to country feel my fear
I am slave feel my pain
I am the story feel my grief
I am lost feel my confusion
Yesterdays faded memories childhood lost
Today’s acknowledgement of injustice on the road home
Tomorrow’s hope Bring them home
Long journey begins towards healing
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I am here queer loud and proud
I ask nothing more than the respect due me.
However, Family, friend or foe you ask me to justify my self
When did you know you where gay?
Causing me to question my self.
Something you do not question, but I will.
When did you know you where heterosexual?
You give a ready response without due reflection.
I have always been heterosexual
How do you know this?
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Built brick by brick over time to keep me safe from hate
No door to ensure control of perceived treats no entry, no escape.
One barred window to look out from on the world
Sanctuary or prison for my soul
I see the world but it cannot see me
I feel safe but am afraid
I have control but at what cost
Oh to be free from my prison
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