A Series of Unfortunate Events
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The bolds are complete
-I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
-I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
-I am the prostitute working on the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual.
-I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
-We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
-I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
-I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
-I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
-We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
-I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
-I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
-I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
-I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
-I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
-I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
The bolds are complete
-I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
-I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
-I am the prostitute working on the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual.
-I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
-We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
-I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
-I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
-I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
-We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
-I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
-I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
-I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
-I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
-I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
-I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
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Part One
I am the boy who never finished High School because I was called a 'fag' everyday. -
Part Two
I am the girl kicked out of her own home because she confided in her mother that she was a lesbian. -
Part Three
I am the prostitute working on the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual.