If you were to read literature about everyday life, it's pretty boring (Our Town, anyone?). When you're writing about feelings, it's probably going to get pretty heavy-handed. Especially in something like poetry. That's not the way of life, it's the way of art. Art gets romantic sometimes.
I'm not making gay people sound pitiful. I'm describing my life experience indirectly through this piece, and I do know people who went through this experience as well.
I live in San Francisco, and I'm lucky to be here because a lot of gay people are here too and SF doesn't bother us much. Only some people know that I'm am bisexual and/or gay... I'm not sure exactly which is the case.
deviantART is a place for art. It's a place to express yourself. You also didn't need to make this public, you realise, although I really don't mind much because it doesn't affect me. I use dA to write about my experiences, and you really do not know what I've gone through.
I'll tell you this, though... when I was in kindergarten, I had no idea that I was bisexual. So when I kissed a girl who was one of my good friends without any idea that it was "wrong" in the eyes of the kids at my school, a large gang of them followed me around. They hit me and kicked me repeatedly. My legs bled a lot, and I kept coming home with bruises. When my mother asked me where I got them, I said I tripped, because I was afraid what SHE would think. I still have a scar on my ankle that hasn't faded for years... although God knows how it managed to stay there.
I live in a Christian, to be exact, Roman-Catholic family. I was raised thinking gay people are bad and protesting strongly against them in my home, and what do you think I felt when I figured out I was gay, myself? To this day, my parents, aunts, and grandparents still tell me that to be gay is utterly wrong; my uncles don't care that much. My family still have no idea I am actually bisexual, and so they tell me it is bad. Right in front of me. It's like a slap to my face.
My aunt said just recently, "Being gay isn't right. But to be bisexual--that's the worst of them."
... I am bisexual. And right there, my favourite aunt, the one I love the most, is telling me to my face that it's wrong to be what I am. It's wrong, and if I were bisexual, she'd disown me. Did anyone ever tell you that before?
Really. This isn't exactly meant to stir up a lot of pity. It's meant to describe how some people can feel about this situation. I really, really don't think you'd understand my own experience.
And I'm not saying that gays not human. That is an assumption, and I think you forgot to read the line that states directly "We are human". I also wrote this in first person, if you noticed.
And I get the feeling that you posted this after seeing just my poetry. I really get that feeling, and it hurts to see that you, of all people, who claim to be bisexual like me, do not go out there and help other people to cope with their life experiences. Really.