This poem's going in a song I'm working on, thats why its structured the way it is, more in a lyrical style then a true measured poetic style.

I'm bisexual, some of you may know that, some may not. I've faced prejudices because of this fact irl and online. Its something I deal with every waking moment. I've lost family & friends over this, but what can I do? I cant change who I am. Does any straight person with half a brain believe that I would chose being hated, abused, and attacked so I could have sex with a man? That I would have my life threatened, would be subjected to being stabbed, shot or even killed over such a thing? You must be kidding. This for me, was no choice, for some bisexual's/gays/lesbians, out there it may have been a choice, but for me, I knew I was different from a young age. I'll stop talking now and let my poem speak for its self.


This poem was written to give straight men and women a look into what its like to be me, and so many ppl out there like me. You may dislike its subject, you may hate me for who I am, but I shall never change. To hate is simply to be ignorant. I'd appreciate comments on this, If you wish to bash me or my poem, Leave your comments out of my thread.
~GhOsT