Just found my skecth/song/poerty collage book from high school. Excuse me, I'm busy.
Words.
Gay.
It's not what you think, it's not what you say.
Gay.
It's not a tight fitting shirt or a hand that tends to downwardly sway.
Gay.
It's not a huge rainbow or an overbearing sense of pride.
Gay.
It's more like a porn collection that your conservative neighbor hides.
Gay.
It's not a feminine voice or a thickly switch.
Gay.
Could be a life free of queens, a fag, or a bitch.
Gay.
It's not what you've heard or would like to believe.
Gay.
It's far from what you expect or may even perceive...
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