So, I have this friend who is gay.

He sits down and tells me this,
then anxiously turns away
as if expecting some sort of reaction
like I'd be delighted or ashamed,
and all I can do is hug him and tell him it's okay.

Okay? Of course it's okay!
Man, of all the words to say!
Yet, okay on this day is the only phrase I manage to weakly portray.
How brave, he is braver than most in the world today.
Than you or I or anyone who thinks to be gay is just okay.

Yet, I can see why he might be scared
because there's always one,
one in a group of three who says
"It's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve,"
Man, those people infuriate me!

When we live in a world where sometimes it's illegal
for a man to hold hands with a man.
Love is banned.
Politicians debating what's natural, what's not,
while third world kids, what have they got?
Not enough to survive an impoverish life,
and that's natural?

With open-armed churches preaching
"Love thy neighbor, but not like that,"
Take a step back, 
That's the world he's looking at.

And, what about me?
Straight guy here!
The way I've been called c**p, f**g, girly, qu**r,
I've been called them all because my hair's quite fancy
and I sing high notes,
which makes me a stereotype
and a p_wn to insults.

But I'm not insulted.
And when people ask if I'm straight or gay,
I change my answer every day.

But now gay marriage is becoming legal.
Some have opened their eyes,
finally accepting that gay rights are human rights.
Now my friend can be himself,
no threat of mental bruises.
My friend is free to love whoever the hell he chooses!

It's not gay marriage, it's just marriage,
no horse drawn carriage,
just two people in eternal bliss.
And if you tell me it's not what God wants,
then your God doesn't know what love is.


-BriBry, Gay || Spoken Word