Being Gay

The night turns into day Here I am once again, gay Confused Disassociated and abused. Though, I was born this way It was a life to choose Mentally I faltered talking on an image Lacking self-respect for who I was Of who I chose to be Consider it an open invitation for humiliation and discrimination Or consider it a conversation between the right and wrong in you The weak and strong in you Still the night turns into day As the month’s fade to years But who am I to shed a tear Who am I to not be okay With being gay