Am I to protect myself
from the angry homophobe
looking for a place for his rage
what am I to do
learn to look beyond
and understand
that beyond every revolution
is another story
another oppression
I think on the weight of our world
tear stained yesterdays
the peculiar measure of love
of hate
and I continue to fight a good fight
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