Choice
I’m 17, have brown hair and eyes, im 165cm, I’m a girl, I was raised by a muslim family and I’m gay.
I'm all those things; I didn’t choose any of those.
When you think about it I didn’t choose a lot in life.
but on that day, that day in the back of my sister’s car, that day you beat me thinking I chose to be “a homosexual”.
you treated me like I chose this, you treated me like I wanted this.
But on that day, I could tell that YOU made a choice;
you choose between your love for me and your pride.
And from the scars on my body y’all can tell which one you choose .You told everyone you did it because you loved me, is it also the reason why I can’t meet your daughter? But don’t worry you weren’t the only one who made a choice on that day, Yes I’m talking about you, you were right there looking at me while I was getting beat up, you just stood there. In fact you all stayed right there, looking at me, and explained to me why I was the one who did something wrong, while praising him, because he was trying to save me.
You asked me to explain to you, but I couldn’t, I knew that if you didn’t like my answer I would get beat up again. So I looked at you, silent; you felt that you were pulling me closer to you and to the rest of you, all I felt was that I got thrown out of my own family.But don’t worry you weren’t the only one.
After all of this you wrecked my room, that’s where you made your choice, you choose that I couldn’t call the house I lived in “Home”.
And if you didn’t do anything at all, if you didn’t even talked to me, didn’t even looked at me, didn’t even ask if I was ok, you might be the worst of them all.
today, well today we are all gathered here to celebrate the birth of your babygirl. But I am not allowed to approach her because you’re scared that she’ll become like me.
So if you think that I made a choice, may I ask you about yours
