Thousands of us all around you.
We protect you all the time,
Yet you treat us badly...
You burn us in public buildings
to make you seem better;
You try to make us straight,
but most of us refuse usually;
When we are dead, you are pleased.
Yet, when we are gone, you are sad.
What are we?
~stand up for us cuz theyre nice
~we dont treat them nicely
~burn as in dis
~so people dont think were gay
~try to convert them
~but most stay gay
~some people are glad when gays die
~but people who kno them are sad when they die
Posted by lauren
on 2004-06-03 03:56:45