Confession 'Im A Faggot And Proud Of It'

I'm ringing the raging bell,
i am not straight as way to hell
I am crooked as a carrot,
cause i am a fagot.
The son my mother wished to have abort,
i survive with or without your support
from my man i find comfort.

I'm proud of being a fag,
i don't walk like a drag
nor hold a side bag,
and wear shreds and rags.
I just happen to be a guy who love guys,
and i don't despite my brothers who do

my community, to my life tried to bring difficulty,
crushing and dragging down my human dignity.
but i hold my head high,
and i live everyday with simplicity.
I smile to show sincerity and integrity

I'm a gay and proud of it.
I ain't like my fellow brothers,
hiding in the shadows of their own shades.
when interrogated in a daily trial,
they become denial
for they fear to feel like an extraterrestrial

yes when i speak i don't use hand gestures,
like a sign language interpretor,
nor when i take pictures,
i don't pull out feminine figure.
I just happen to be a guy who loves guys.

I stand and spread my wings,
and i decree that i am free.
lord if loving someone is a sin, then punish me.
they fear that my venom,
will poison their sons.
for they confuse sexuality and gender.

I take my lovers hand,
and say lets go to Sodom and Gomorrah
where sinners are winners
for there i wont be judged for it
I am gay and proud of it.

by thabang ramafhi

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