Note: The following is one of several poems I found on a website geared to gay and lesbian youth that I liked very much way back in 1996. As I have started rebuilding the blog, I want to include these poems. I tried unsuccessfully to contact the poets for their permission. If this is your poem, I would love to hear from you.
Holly, age 16 "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.." those good little people in my proper little honors classes- they never hurt your feelings, their mother taught them "Treat other's like you want them to treat you.." The teacher's strict rules in class, it will not be tolerated for you to put someone down Yes, they are good and proper they tuck their shirts in, and are cool "fag!" that popular one grins, you know the one.. grins at his best friend who is, of course, not a "fag" never will be, of course, (it's a choice) the teacher smiles, the teacher is very cool himself, you know the teachers that think it is funny to say "fag" They do not put anyone down They do not say anything not nice they do not know I am here Or, do not know who I am what I am They don't know that one out of ten Ha! The class reunion will be fun of us are "fags" He doesn't know that his best friend is His best friend doesn't even know.