We are convicted,
of the crime we never did.
Insulted and discriminated
by the choice we made.
In you're eyes,
Maybe we are sinner.
And a foolish dreamer,
But we can help you make this country better.
Indeed, I am a gay,
So its up to you, to reject or accept me.
But no matter what you say.
I am proud to be me.
It is once said,
That every saint has its own past,
And every sinner has its own future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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