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Well, I used to have a bunch of crap littering my profile, but as you can see, I have deleted it. I've grown up some and have decided that if you wanted to know something about me, you would ask. Besides, only those close to me need to know what I'm like and different things about me.
However, I will tell you some things.
My name is Rachel, but I have a few nicknames. I'm in ninth grade, therefore I'm class of 2016. I want to take up at least 2 different languages in High School and I hope to learn a lot. I love to write and also to read. I'm not very popular, but I have my circle of friends that mean the world to me. I want to be a writer my entire life and I'd love to be a detective one day. Possibly even a scientist. I prefer rainy days over sunny ones and dark colors over light ones.
I wish that society would accept gay rights. Someone being gay, bisexual, pansexual, etc. isn't harming anyone. People were born a certain way, just like someone born with darker or lighter skin. It's not a disease and it's not something to be afraid of. It's simply a part of every day life. Can't we all just accept that?
A poem by yours truly:
So far away
My heart beating
In the distance
I can see
You looking back at me
I can't breathe
You are suffocating me
Let me free
Let my soul leave
You are everything
I'm just gonna keep this up (I haven't really written this anywhere, I just randomly typed. I should really write this somewhere on paper). This is copyrighted btw NO STEALING -slaps hands away-
And yes, I have done better poems than that one.
If you think homophobia is wrong, please post this and send it to a friend.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to the fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.