this is called i dont know what to call this poem, poem.

I went away for a while, tried to blend into some foreign soil.
Tried to make a place amongst some straights.
Taking notes along my routes about how the other team live.
Trying to spot the difference between his and hers, hers and hers and his and his.
But the only difference I could see was the way in which they stood, and the way they pee’d.

No matter how far I have wandered there still seems to be a rampant rage for the way we live in our world of him for him and a her for you.

More and more everyday it becomes clearer that this global village we are in, is not divided equally. Look at whats happening in Uganda and Belgrade more recently.

There is a school of thought that the world we live in is made for two, hims and hers and their baby makes three.
Is that really what make a unit and constitutes a family tree.?

I wonder have those professors, believers and preachers of the hetro way, taken a moment and spared a thought for the dads and moms of those five boys, who jumped off bridges or set off guns, because THOSE people demeaned them for being gay.

I don’t want to get bitter or twisted, I want to be more motivated and proactive because our rights internationally are being totally fisted.

So legions of lesbians and those gaggles of gays lets stand up, be counted. I think its time we had our say.