I read the statistic
I’m a statistic
I try not to listen to the static
It’s not realistic—
I remember girls giving presentations
in class about my sinful sexuality
At least I have range
these girls hit copy and paste
But I have to sit here through my rage
listening to the bullshit they call an opinion
because of their religion
that’s why they think that way
Telling others not to hate
with a heart so full of hate—
Brainwashed by the fear of God’s rage
but I’m feared simply for being myself
The world will never be ready for authenticity—
You have to conform to fit in
while I’ll never be able to sit peacefully
You should really feel ashamed
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