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While Pickering High School isn't known for violence, it is certainly known for the homophobic students within it. After several months of severe harassment, causing a considerable amount of emotional upheaval in our school and home environments, my girlfriend at the time and I, with the help of a mutually close friend, proceeded to post copies of a typed poem we wrote throughout the school expressing our opinions and feelings about the homophobic and harassing attitude of our peers. The poem was this:
The Poem
Bastards.
Hating what they don’t understand.
Hypocrites all around.
Prejudiced.
Jeering, pointing, staring.
The path goes down without a sound.
Afraid.
Threatened by anything different.
Persecuting what they can’t explain
Biased.
Crushing our self-esteem.
Ignoring the pain.
Sickening.
Closing off minds to feelings.
Nothing there but an empty shell.
Burdening.
Placing the weight of hate on our shoulders.
Go to hell.
Hurtful.
Not caring.
Every word ripping at our pride.
Ignorant.
Pretending not to see us.
Pushing us aside.
Heartless.
Our souls don’t matter.
Words dripping with disgust
Cold.
We don’t feel anymore.
Numb with societies distrust.
It wasn't long before we were intercepted. We found ourselves in the principal's office.
Once I confirmed that I had written the poem, Vice Principle Cho dubbed us "emotionally disturbed" and sent my partner and I to see the school's psychiatrist. The third party who helped us to post the poem, who, incidentally, is bisexual, and was dating a male at the time, was not.
Between my partner and myself, it's impossible to count the number of times our learning environment has been disrupted, and the emotional upheaval resulting from their comments and attitudes often ends in tears. We do not feel that we need to disguise our affection for each other. While we both understand that public displays of affection are frowned upon from both gays and straights alike, holding my girlfriend's hand shouldn't in any way, shape or form be cause for the student body to harass us for days on end. Hallway harassment was only the beginning. We have also received offensive emails and phone calls, as well as been harassed on the street, in the malls and at other public places.
Inside my math classroom in late May, I was being insulted openly by many classmates. Comments such as "dyke," and "disgusting" came up. I did my best to ignore them, as did my teacher. Any other time a student was being harassed he put a stop to it immediately. The abuse continued, and following a particularly vicious comment shot at me from across the classroom, I lost my temper and told the individual to shut his mouth. The teacher proceeded to give me detention while the other student went unreprimanded and completely unpunished. Extremely upset and angry, I gathered my things, leaving the classroom in tears.
Welcome to homosexual life in high school. I hope that you will read this article, understand, and take action as we have.
-Karlee Reid
The Poem
Bastards.
Hating what they don’t understand.
Hypocrites all around.
Prejudiced.
Jeering, pointing, staring.
The path goes down without a sound.
Afraid.
Threatened by anything different.
Persecuting what they can’t explain
Biased.
Crushing our self-esteem.
Ignoring the pain.
Sickening.
Closing off minds to feelings.
Nothing there but an empty shell.
Burdening.
Placing the weight of hate on our shoulders.
Go to hell.
Hurtful.
Not caring.
Every word ripping at our pride.
Ignorant.
Pretending not to see us.
Pushing us aside.
Heartless.
Our souls don’t matter.
Words dripping with disgust
Cold.
We don’t feel anymore.
Numb with societies distrust.
It wasn't long before we were intercepted. We found ourselves in the principal's office.
Once I confirmed that I had written the poem, Vice Principle Cho dubbed us "emotionally disturbed" and sent my partner and I to see the school's psychiatrist. The third party who helped us to post the poem, who, incidentally, is bisexual, and was dating a male at the time, was not.
Between my partner and myself, it's impossible to count the number of times our learning environment has been disrupted, and the emotional upheaval resulting from their comments and attitudes often ends in tears. We do not feel that we need to disguise our affection for each other. While we both understand that public displays of affection are frowned upon from both gays and straights alike, holding my girlfriend's hand shouldn't in any way, shape or form be cause for the student body to harass us for days on end. Hallway harassment was only the beginning. We have also received offensive emails and phone calls, as well as been harassed on the street, in the malls and at other public places.
Inside my math classroom in late May, I was being insulted openly by many classmates. Comments such as "dyke," and "disgusting" came up. I did my best to ignore them, as did my teacher. Any other time a student was being harassed he put a stop to it immediately. The abuse continued, and following a particularly vicious comment shot at me from across the classroom, I lost my temper and told the individual to shut his mouth. The teacher proceeded to give me detention while the other student went unreprimanded and completely unpunished. Extremely upset and angry, I gathered my things, leaving the classroom in tears.
Welcome to homosexual life in high school. I hope that you will read this article, understand, and take action as we have.
-Karlee Reid
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Gay Rights
I'm staring into your beautiful eyes,
As we sit away from the world,
What people say about us is only lies,
There's nothing wrong with me and you.
Gently I press my lips up to yours,
Knowing we'll never be treated the same,
But I won't hide behind locked doors,
My love for you is completely pure.
I know you're a girl, and I am too,
But if you were a boy it wouldn't be better,
You know it's true that I'm in love with you,
But we still aren't treated like that's so.
Hold me close and hold me tight,
We can't marry or be treated fairly,
But please, let's never give up the fight,
This moment is perfect and so wonderful.
But one day
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A Lesbian Manifesto
For some time now, Ive been thinking about what I want from love.
It seems increasingly harder to make any sort of list - mental or
otherwise - of what I want in "a man".
Im only thinking in a lunar fashion.
Women
represent beauty, and soul, an an unceasing devotion to proving:
Anything.
It doesnt matter what.
Equalization of gender roles;
Personal wealth to themselves or the outside world;
To be ruthless,
and to be lovely,
and to exist between these extremes in a place most readily described as
... home.
The ubiquitous
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They Say...
They say that I am living in sin.
They say that I am an abomination.
They say that what I feel is wrong.
They say that God hates what I am.
They say a lot of things, don't they?
I tell them that I love.
I tell them that I am perfectly natural.
I tell them that they don't know what I feel.
I tell them that their God is cruel,
and that I want nothing to do with him.
They tell me that I will surely burn for my sins,
and that I should repent now to save my soul.
I ask them, what is a worse sin, loving another, or living a lie?
I ask them, if that is the price of heaven,
Why would anybody want to pay it?
They tell me that I am a hor
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There isn't really a need for a decription here, except to give credit to my fellow, erm.. delinquents, two of my closest friends, ~bloodredsky, and ~cheshirecat-smile.
This was written in July/August 2005, and was also published on Queerday.com, to our great pleasure and surprise. The link is below.
[link]
Enjoy.
*Jiyuu-Chan
Original Deviation
There isn't really a need for a decription here, except to give credit to my fellow, erm.. delinquents, two of my closest friends, ~bloodredsky, and ~cheshirecat-smile.
This was written in July/August 2005, and was also published on Queerday.com, to our great pleasure and surprise. The link is below.
[link]
Enjoy.
*Jiyuu-Chan
Original Deviation
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My school has some atmosphere problems, but our GSA is really really active. That's one way to start, I suppose - keep things visable. That's how we got started.