Now we are going backwards.
Where politicians use their words
That do more harm than good.
Running communities through the mud.
Paris Is Burning, it burnt for nothing.
But the progress was worth something.
Setting ground for people’s path today,
They didn’t want it any other way.
New York in the seventies full of pride.
Stonewall stormed silencing those who thrived.
Where people danced, be themselves,
Then had to learn the violence that dwells.
Milk, Johnson, Turing, Mercury.
Disappointed with what’s come to be.
Once normalised, now being erased
Now a disgrace to the human race.
Parents, teenagers, friends, lovers.
Have to hide their identity under the covers.
Keep everything behind closed doors,
Or be stoned like an animal, on all fours.
Be careful on the streets, words are being said.
People are hateful, would rather us dead.
“Battyboys!” “faggots!” “fairies!” “hominterns!”
But who we are isn’t their concern.
Hide your flags, hide your sins.
Throw your identity in the bins.
Keep it secret, keep it hidden.
Hide the love that is now forbidden.
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Author:
Emery Walker (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I don’t know how I feel about this one. It’s okay but it feels really dramatic, and I don’t know if I like that. Basically about struggles of a community i’m part of mixed with my personal experiences and things that had happened throughout history. I actually don’t know what I wanted to say when writing this. In a way, i’m kind of scared about the future, to me it feels like it’s going more backwards, more hate than acceptance, especially where i’m from. I have this silly fear that one day it’s all going to go away, all the progress, the rights and laws. That eventually there will be nothing left. Now I sound dramatic in this, but the thoughts are there. I actually read this over a few times just to make sure it was okay and I just thought “This is way too dramatic.” As for the title I wasn’t really sure what to name this one. I had many alternatives like “Forbidden” and other titles that just didn’t suit. Why I chose ‘G’, I’m not actually sure myself, or if you can even call it a name but it felt right in a way if that makes sense.
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Comments2
Dramatic or not the thought is stated and drama is not always a bad thing. This poem puts it out there. Nicely done
A strong write raising valid points in today's society, we seem to be going backwards in our acceptance of people as who they are, sad thing with history there are always those who want to bully, divide harass and hate somebody, nicely expressed and written write
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