What's Your Issue?
They think we’re evil and depraved
While to their own prejudices they’re enslaved
They beat us, rape us, tell us we’re going to hell
While pretending all in their lives is well
Hate is learned, it doesn’t come from within
There is nothing holy about committing that sin
They have no right to take away our rights
Put up a resistance we have no choice but to fight
Since when do we all fuck to procreate?
I am pretty sure they’d lose that debate
Love has nothing to do with gender
Anatomy shouldn’t be a contender
We don’t fall in love with body parts
We fall in love with mind, soul and heart
Religion screams that we’re all perverse
I thought humanity was just diverse
If sexuality really was a choice
Then why are so many lives destroyed?
The teens that commit suicide
Because of guidance and love they were deprived
How great is your God, if he lets you abuse?
How righteous is your path if that’s what you choose?
You call me a sinner, say I’ll go to hell
I smile and say maybe that’s just as well
Because I’d rather be me, I’d rather be true
Than as fucked up and as hateful as you
Religion and government, they want to dominate
And some of the idiots that govern us just promote hate
Because it’s not about love, it’s all about power
To the majority, they think we should cower
I doubt I’ll ever marry, but I would like the choice
No one has the right to silence my voice
Maybe one day we’ll be a diverse world of peace
Where all loving adults have the right to marriage equality
© Indie Adams 2011