Walk Proud
You can creep about
With your head down
Shoulders bent
Weighted down by fear
You can avert your eyes
Maybe they won’t see you
If you can’t see them
Duck and cover might work
Still the blows come
While words rain down
Fag dyke fat bitch
Whatever they hate about you
You can run sometimes
You can even hide
Lock up your heart
Chain your free spirit down
But still their poison seeps
Into the air you need to breathe
Stand up
As tall as you can dare
Gather your friends around
Be yourself and
Look them in the eye
The blows may still come
But the truth will wash
The air around you clean
Whoever you are
You deserve this:
A real life
A chance to dream
There are others
Yearning to follow
Footsteps free from fear.
Walk proud.
Join the conga line.
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