But Words Can Never...hurt me

...please stop...
...Please Stop...
...Please STOP...

......STOP!......

Why do you hurt me?
Why don't you care?
Why do you act as if I weren't there?

I wish to be normal,
My feelings denied.
I wish you had seen me,
Those nights I cried.

Am I a stranger to you?
Don't you know who I am?
Can you even see me?

I am:
In the halls,
And on the street,
Books, News, Laws,
Everywhere you meet,
I am:

...everywhere...

How the hell can you tell me,
You don't understand?
What is so damned complex,
You can't understand?

Isn't there a right
I'm supposed to have?
One that allows me to fight
To be who I am?

You joke, you comment, you
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Don't you realize that you may
Hurt someone?
Hurt someone you may know?
Hurt someone you may love?
You may

...hurt me...

We don't complain.
We suffer in silence.
We hide under facades
and live with YOUR violence.

We are the people
Of differing styles.
We'd stand in line
For miles upon mile.

...invisible...
...unseen...
...ignored...

Of the United States we
Call our home the
Land of the
Free

Free speech
Free religion
Free race

FREEDOM to choose
FREEDOM to live
FREEDOM to lose
and freedom to give.

Where is the Freedom to take?
Why do you do it?

Why don't you understand?

...why...

We are the gays, the atheists, the retards,
the faggots, the chinks,
the niggers, the crackers,
the people who are called
(affectionately I'm sure)
dirty fudge-packers.

We are the people...of America
Really, we are...

...please...

...stop...