I am the girl kicked out of her nyumbani because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
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 one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another mwaka I will probably be able to walk again.
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 person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
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 onyesha affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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 prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
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 one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another mwaka I will probably be able to walk again.
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 person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
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 onyesha affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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.
No AC/DC, people. I'm sorry.
1. "Highway Star", kwa Deep Purple
2. "Fear Of The Dark", kwa Iron Maiden
3. "Money For Nothing", kwa Dire Straits
4. "Sharp Dressed Man", kwa ZZ Top
5. "Come On Feel The Noise", kwa Quiet Riot
6. "Love In An Elevator", kwa Aerosmith
7. "Still Of The Night", kwa Whitesnake
8. "Nobody's Wife", kwa Anouk
9. "Stairway To Heaven", kwa Led Zeppelin
10. "Smokin'", kwa Boston
11. "Cherry Bomb", kwa The Runaways
12. "Mother, kwa Danzig
13. "Voodoo", kwa Black Sabbath
14. "Hot Blooded", kwa Foreigner
15. "Barracuda", kwa Heart
16. "Turn Up The Radio", kwa Autograph
17. "I upendo wewe Period", kwa Dan Baird
18. "Rock & Roll 69", kwa Betty Blowtorch
19. "I Can't Drive 55", kwa Sammy Hagar
20. "Carry On Wayward Son", kwa Kansas
There's someone knockin' on my door
There in the shadows, looks like a hand
Come to the rescue now
Once there was a man who decided he knew everything
Life's been so good to me
I went to see what I could find
wewe never lived in the streets though wewe wish wewe had
I'm so sorry, please forgive me
Living in the sixth dimension
Over time I've come to feel
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