I find it sad to think that you,
A lesbian, I hear,
Could be so offended by such a short word:
Four simple letters.
I wear them like a badge,
Because that's all it's meant to be.
A nickname for who I am -
A label that I'm not afraid of.
You sound like that small man,
Standing on the other side of the fence -
The fence of homosexuality -
Throwing politically correct terms at everyone who passes.
I would never give power
To such a short word,
And tell someone that it angered me,
You let them know that it has a point,
And, suddenly, they start to stab you with it.
I say it with a laugh.
It's what I am, so why should I be afraid?