yes, I said, I am indeed a line,
a line with twists and turns;
but just because I'm not a straight line
doesn't justify these burns
or these scars upon my wrists,
the bruises by my eyes
at least I've never blended in
told all my 'friends' those lies -
yes, I know you don't really feel it -
the hatred towards my line -
mine may be curvier, angular, more 'bent' than yours
but that's no reason to whine
at me, for imagine this,
one day it might be different, changed.
I could be the normal, 'straight' one
and you could be the
Estranged
so, I said, draw your line,
and be careful with your mark.
for the person whose line one day crosses it
may have in theirs an arc.
I wrote this as a little message, because even though I'm straight, gay rights (and any other human rights) are something I feel incredibly strongly about.