If I was a bird of prey,
Would I still be gay
As I soar across the sky?
I often like to think,
Would I still like pink
If I'm a lion hunting at night?
If I was a polar bear
Would I still dye my hair
In shades of blue and blonde and red?
A leopard about to prance,
But would I still like to dance
With a glitter ball above my head?
I'm just allot like you,
I do the things you do,
But I like to drink in neon bars.
I don't know why you think
That my multicoloured drink
Means I must come from Mars.
But I'm not a bird of prey,
And yes I might be gay,
But I can still see clearly.
If you come and talk to me,
Then you might see,
I'm not that bad really.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem