Understanding Gay Rights: Mural.ly

Narrative Poem

FOREVER, MY DEAR

She's sitting there under our tree

She's the most beautiful thing to see 

Her hair is perfectly brown

The sun shining on her frown

She wonders why we can't be free

She question why there can't be a we

Three years I have loved her 

My life before her is a blurr

Her smile lights up my life

Keeping us a secret is like getting stabbed with a knife

I love her so

But I'm too scared for everyone to know

My parents don't 

And so they won't

A disappointment I will be

If they ever knew the real me

They'll question what went wrong

But I was this way all along

They wouldn't allow it

A child like me, how could they have it?

They'll say I'm a disgrace to God

So I stay quiet, a fraud

Pretending to know who I'm not

All because the bible says I'll rot

What will people at school think?

They'll beat me in a blink

Everyone would call me names

And I'd be the only one to blame

I tried to change, I really did 

But no one loved me the way she did

She's sitting there under our tree

The only person who knows the real me

She's strong, strong like no other

I couldn't imagine being with another 

She's my all, my everything

For her I'd do anything

We lay in bed

She leaves trails of kisses on my head

Our hands tangled, intertwined 

I know in this moment forever is mine

With her head on my chest

The worry of tomorrow is at rest

Then I hear the door squeak

My body suddenly feels weak

Who is it? Who could it be?

My parents, all eyes on me

Their eyes filled with fury

We untangle in a scurry

Mom screams and shouts

Telling us to get out

Dad cries, "you fag! You fag!"

"Get out of this house and don't pack a darn bag!"

I'm out now, all on my own

Out by myself, but not alone

Years go by

Not a peep from even a fly

They told me I chose this

I only chose my love's kiss

Daddy refuses to see my face

To them, I am nothing but a disgrace

Momma said to not return

And that in hell I would burn

Maybe god doesn't love me

Yet he was the one who created me

My parents don't love someone gay

But they don't know I can't change my way

My love stayed with me

Forever we will be

It's been thirty years now together

Thirty years with through the weather

She's my laughter, my joy

My only, until we had our boy

He has her hair, silky brown

He's our king with a mighty crown

When he grows old

He will never be who is told

He will be who he wants

Not what others flaunt

I am not a phase

Nor am I a disgrace

I am gay

And I wouldn't choose to be another way

I am not a sinner

I am only a winner

I am no different than you

I am only different from my point of view

Don't hate those you don't know
it only goes to show

love is not always equal

and not every marriage is legal

Let LOVE be LOVE

And RISE ABOVE

Letter to The Editor

Hello, my name is Kayla and I am a junior at Early College High trying to inform society about gay equality. In my opinion, “gay” is not something someone “chooses”, it is a life style.
            Many people throughout the world believe same-sex rights should not be legal because it is against many religions. Personally, I believe anyone who craves to be happy and start a life with someone of the same gender should not only be able to do so legally, but morally. Thousands of members of gay communities struggle to say who they are, gay. If society would see love is love without discrimination  same-sex would be equal. So I ask, why is loving someone of the same gender still illegal in 2013? Love should be love, aren't we supposed to be equal?

            Sincerely, Kayla Jessop