“Don’t you ever try and say to me that homosexuality is a choice.
Don’t you tell me that these kids just didn’t know what to do with themselves,
Wanted a voice.
So they chose to be gay.
Don’t you tell me that kids
Only ridiculed for loving the same-sex
Why would they choose?
The kids who go through the bullying
and the judgement
and the pain
and the argument
and the hate
and on and on and on and on and on
They don’t just choose love.
Love hurts, and love tears you apart,
And love digs in and leaves deep scars
In ways that nothing else could, but why?
As if you know why.
Tell me, why would they choose?
Why would those kids decide
To ruin their lives?
To drag their hearts across the floor?
Shut opportunities like open doors,
Because they don’t know what else to do, or where else to go,
Or how else to live?
You don’t choose love that brings pain, because love already brings pain,
And pain on pain,
on hate on blame,
on constant bigotry on seemingly endless days of therapy
You don’t choose that love.
That love chooses you
From birth and beyond.
The kind of love-
No, wait, hold on.
It’s just love.
Love is love,
And love is hard,
But the fact that this love is wrong in your eyes, because it’s not the same love as what you’ve been told is right,
Is just wrong.
But what is right?
Honestly, in reality, you can’t give the time of day
to have any empathy for what they feel, and what they know, and what THEY have gone through.
So step a day in their shoes.
Choose to feel what they do toward the same gender as you,
and you’ll see.
You’ll see that love is pain,
but love is love,
an extension of you,
and love is beautiful.
It is not defined by what is “true”.
Because, truth be told, no one knows what’s true,
but reality is a fact, and the fact is that
Love… is not a choice.”
Slam poetry on homosexuality