Poni Tales
2001-08-05 03:17:18 (UTC)

Silent tear

One nite I sat
at my computer a-playing,
when down the hall,
my dad was a-saying

some nasty words
voicing his dislikes
he was ranting about queers,
niggers, whores and dykes.

for some odd reason
I suddenly knew
that I could never be myself
I could never be with you.

Society has it carved
in a pillar made of stone
that people like you and me
should just be left alone

nasty names he called us
and he didn't even know
that the object of his hate
was me, whom he helped grow

so inside me stays this secret
this nasty stigma, this confused fear
and as I write you a goodbye letter,
I shed a silent tear.