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Walk into the room.

The eyes all stare.

We all do it.

Judge before we know,

Decide before the facts.



One label and everyone hates you.

Gay.

I am, so what?

Doesn’t make me to much different.

I still do the same shit.

Make the same mistakes.

Yet it’s so much worse.

Everything looked through a lens,

Magnified for the world.



Everyone judges,

They judge me for what I am.

Rather then for whom I can be.



It sucks.

It really does.

You make decisions before you know me.

Those that took the risk where glad.

But so many wont.

Just because of three letters.

And the prejudice that brings.



I'll hit on you...

I'll want you...



Bullshit.

I know I'm not like that.

But you will never find out.



I'm not like that.

Many people wouldn't guess,

Had I not told them.



So take a risk.

Get over the lies.

See me, for who I am,

Not what.

Not the label.

Not the fact I'm gay.

But the fact I'm me.

The "normal" stuff I do.



I'm not that ordinary.

So don't judge me.

Not until you know me.

Then feel free to like me or hate me.

But till then give it a chance.

And relax...

I'm not your ordinary kind of guy.