A Poem
My father asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
He said, “No, not really.”
I told him, “YES.”
He said, “Get out.”
I guess it mattered.
My boss asked me if I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
He said, “No, not really.”
I told him, “YES.”
He said, “You’re fired.”
I guess it mattered.
My friend asked me If I am gay.
I said, “Does it matter?”
She said, “No, not really.”
I told her, “YES.”
She said, “Don’t call me anymore.”
I guess it mattered.
My lover asked me, “Do you love me?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
She said, “YES.”
I told her, “I LOVE YOU.”
She said, “Let me hold you in my arms.”
For the first time in my life something mattered.
My God asked me, “Do you love yourself?”
I said, “Does it matter?”
He said, “YES.”
I asked, “How can I love myself? I AM GAY.”
He said, “That’s the way I made you.”
Nothing else really matters.
Author UNKNOWN
Written by an anonymous high school student from the Growing up Gay/Lesbian.
This is a Poem from the Book:
Out in all Directions,
The Almanac of Gay and Lesbian America
written by: Lynn Witt, Sherry Thomas, and Eric Marcus.
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