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I’m A Faggot: Gay Enough 2 Extended Rhyme

German Alcala



Published by German Alcala at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 German Alcala



Author’s Note

In promotion for my poetry collection Gay Enough 2 coming April 23, 2011. The seven following poems are what I call an Extended Rhyme which is longer than a single poem, and shorter than a proper poetry collection. If you like anything in this book then keep your eyes open for Gay Enough 2 coming to Smashwords.com on April 23, 2011.

This Extended Rhyme includes the Gay Enough 2 poems “I’m A Faggot”, “Walk Out”, and “House of Mirrors”. It also includes the clean version of “I’m A Faggot”, and three poems written especially for this Extended Rhyme meant to promote Gay Enough 2 “Who Wants To Be Gay?”, “Gay Enough 1”, and “Gay Enough 2” the last two being experimental poems that take two lines out of each poem in Gay Enough’s 1&2 to create poems. I worked hard on every poem here and even harder on every poem in Gay Enough 2 coming to the World Wide Web as a free eBook on April 23rd, 2011. Thank you for reading, and thank you to all the people who have read Gay Enough. I hope not to disappoint with the upcoming collections.



Poem Listing

1. I’m A Faggot

2. Walk Out

3. House Of Mirrors

4. Who Wants To Be Gay?

5. I’m A Fairy (I’m A Faggot Clean Version)

6. Gay Enough 1

7. Gay Enough 2



Poem One: I’m A Faggot



Empty words only vibrate away and die in thin air

Speak words filled with hatred and disgust. I don’t care

There’s a thing that you’ll never understand: Love

I really don’t care why you speak for your God above



I used to be so scared by the truth, but now I’m proud

There’s a joy I find in it, so, I don’t mind saying it loud

I say it a million times, but won’t wear it out “I’m gay”.

However, you always have something intelligent to say



Call me a faggot. Or a queer. Tell me to suck your dick

I’ll laugh at your smarts. Of my ass you can take a lick

I’m a faggot, a gaywad, and I love it when you say it

You waste your breathe all you want. I laugh at your shit



Why take offense at words? It’s a simple statement so rude

But why should I let some intolerance ruin my good mood?

It happens to be what I am, and I won’t deny it feels good

Tell me to suck you off some more. I know you wish I would



So, when I sing my Cher songs you can yell it in my face

When I watch RuPaul you’re welcome to call me a disgrace

As I play with Hand Fans you can look at me and gawk

Like I give a shit about what other people decide to talk?



I live for the pleasure in life. Just like a faggot

I’ll dance not cry during strife. Piece of shit

I’ll stare at boys as they walk along. Queer

Yes, I am, and it gives me so much cheer.



Call me a faggot. Because that’s what I am. Quite proud

I’ve done nothing wrong. There are no demons to be found

So, speak of my eternity in hell with such intellect

I don’t care. It’s not something I decided to elect

Just a fact of my life; I’m a Faggot



Poem Two: Walk Out



You know the truth

You know your power

Don’t let yourself down

It’s time to be fierce



Does it even matter? This is just you, dear

What’s stopping you from walking out of there?

It’s been in you for life or a new decision

It’s just you and you don’t need permission



If walking out means you have something lose

With everybody here do whatever you choose

Then wait to tell those you love so much

Just don’t let fear give you a terrible crush



This is in your heart now, and you must do it

Don’t wallow in shadows and always be hid

You know what to do, it’s always the time

To get you in a mood to do it follow this rhyme



Walk out of the closet, dear

Don’t be stunned by the fear

Those who matter will love

Those who hate aren’t above



Walk on water across this sea

Time to walk out, you’ll be free

Walk out of the dog house’s dark

Walk out and give a loud bark



I remember when I was stunned by the doubt

I was fat as hell. Food was pushing the fear out

I cried sometimes in the anger and shame

I was somebody losing in life’s terrible game



Even when I was four I was looking at the boys

I remember I would dress up all of the girl’s toys

I’d do their hair so nice and perfect, I was free

Later I realized that this was not right to be



Now I implore it to all the boys and girls with me

There’s a greener grass that you should come see

Cast the curse away; just click your heels together

Promise me you won’t hide from yourself forever



It’s the time to walk out of the closet

Don’t keep your feelings inside a basket

Time to walk across the oceans so vast

Don’t be left behind, don’t be last



Walk out of the dark shadows of fear

The light is so much warmer here

Walk out the living room is clean

Walk out onto the anxious scene



Don’t be afraid

Listen to what I said

Don’t be intimated

Don’t be insulated

Just walk on out

Don’t hold doubt

Walk out of that closet

You surely look fabulous



Poem Three: House Of Mirrors



I’m shaking without a clue

Of what I really should do



Every breathe I take is another attempt at it

Every step I take is another feeling of being hit

I’m in search of myself, and I can’t find him

I don’t know which road to take in this insane asylum



I feel like I’m going through a house of mirrors

When I get to the end I’ll say “bye” to the terrors

But for now I only keep getting lost and crashing

I could break a mirror and begin wildly thrashing



I feel like I’m trying to navigate the darkest ocean

My senses lost; I’m sure somebody snuck me a potion

I only keep crashing into cliffs, but this is not my land

I have to get to my land; I care not if I lose a hand



I must know who I truly am, I must escape this pain

And once I find a way out I won’t be back ever again

I just need to find the right path in this house of mirrors

I can only try to escape before my poor mind withers



I no longer know who the real me is.

Finding that out will bring me bliss.

I know that I’m only a reflection of what I used to be

All I want to do is return back to what is naturally me



In this house of mirrors I could go insane

In this house of mirrors I find only pain

But I know that I must escape this place

Before I’m gone from life with no trace



A house of mirrors has enveloped my mind

I look in the mirrors and I feel blind

Because everything about me is a lie

To be somebody else I always have to try



It’s a house of mirrors, darling, help me out

All these mirrors reflect back is a world of doubt

So, help me find freedom from this house

Before I go insane and tear at my blouse



In a house of mirrors don’t let me take the wrong corridor

I’m afraid of ending up somewhere where I am a foreigner

In this house of mirrors I’m slowly losing my mind to time

And couldn’t find my way out before the end of this rhyme





Poem Four: Who Wants To Be Gay?



Oh love, my mommy, daddy, uncle, aunty, friend

You ask if I have liked men all my life or converted

Bisexuals are called selfish much too often for me

Why won’t you let me just stand in peace and be?

I said that I never had the option to decide who I am

You said that I was the one who was proud of whom I am



Stupid love, who wants to be gay in any day and age?

It’s better when there is no doubt about who you are

You are confused and question things or fill with rage

The reality threatens to slip away and go flying far

Who wants to be gay in any day and age? It is horrid

It’s better to never be in doubt or have feelings vaulted



But if I never question the fact the fact that my skin is pale

Or question that fact that I was born a Mexican or poor

I won’t question a fact that I am a male attracted to a male

I won’t be stupid enough to try changing myself anymore

I’ve already cried and had my dark days of terrible doubt

Now I won’t hesitate with a reassuring coming out



Who wants to be gay? Not me. Do you think I like it?

I must always be more fabulous than anybody else here

And if ever I let it slip around the wrong people I get hit

I can pretend that it does not matter to people who hear

But I know that everything I do is weighed with my likes

And it feels as if my heart were being stabbed by spikes



Oh, the doubts of liking a boy and not knowing if he’s gay

The pain when I have to remember that I am not normal

It’s lonely when there’s nobody like you with whom to play

And fashion wise two tuxedos are simply seen as informal

But there is not nobody to blame for even a little sadness

For in the end this is only who we are. It is our own bless



Who wants to be gay? It’s better when you have no fear

But it’s exciting to have something to hide or private

And then sometimes the lucky gay youths get their cheer

I would rather be hated than be on my strict boy-diet

When I have no boyfriend, because no fool is willing

You are assure that it won’t stop my joyful gay singing



Who wants to be gay? Who on Earth wants to be straight!?

Such strange bodies coming together; such foreign minds

I rather be gay and deal with a few struggles than self hate

It’s not too fun sometimes, but I won’t hide behind blinds

Who wants to be gay? It’s harder when you’re homosexual

Who doesn’t? You can get away with pretty much murder



Poem Five: I’m A Fairy (I’m A Faggot Clean Version)



Empty words only vibrate away and die in thin air

Speak words filled with hatred and disgust. I don’t care

There’s a thing that you’ll never understand: Love

I really don’t care why you speak for your God above



I used to be so scared by the truth, but now I’m proud

There’s a joy I find in it, so, I don’t mind saying it loud

I say it a million times, but won’t wear it out “I’m gay”.

However, you always have something intelligent to say



Call me a fairy. Or a freak. You want to give me a kick

I’ll laugh at your smarts. Of my booty you can take a lick

I’m a fairy, a gaywad, and I love it when you say it so rash

You waste your breathe all you want. I laugh at your trash



Why take offense at words? It’s a simple statement so rude

But why should I let some intolerance ruin my good mood?

It happens to be what I am, and I won’t deny it feels good

Tell me to sex you up some more. I know you wish I would



So, when I sing my Cher songs you can yell it in my face

When I watch RuPaul you’re welcome to call me a disgrace

As I play with Hand Fans you can look at me and gawk

Like I give a fart about what other people decide to talk?



I live for the pleasure in life. Just like a fairy

I’ll dance not cry during strife. Piece of trash

I’ll stare at boys as they walk along. Freak

Yes, I am, and it gives me so much cheer.



Call me a fairy. Because that’s what I am. Quite proud

I’ve done nothing wrong. There are no demons to be found

So, speak of my eternity in hell with such intellect

I don’t care. It’s not something I decided to elect

Just a fact of my life; I’m a Fairy



Poem Six: Gay Enough 1



I’ve known the truth behind my tastes

Then with time and people I close my gates

I am gay. I am gay enough to know it is so

So to my family I will allow myself to glow



A simple message conveyed through my tongue

It is only “I’m Gay” but I feel no air in my lungs

It was the sickness of Fear the enveloped me

Fear for what reaction I would soon see



My older sisters, my girls, were the first to know

Yes, she was the first to which I let myself glow

I journeyed pensively across the streets of L.A

With my two sisters who now knew I was gay



There is no going back. For I had never truly begun

There won’t be an attack. There is nothing bad I’ve done

Voices in me say “We must tell them now! Into to their ear!”

I reply “Tell them now? I think I’ll play this by year”



Then I told Mom. “I see, my son” she said in Spanish

I was relieved that from her home I wasn’t banished

The Cure for Gay would be such a great invention

Never touch it. It might be God’s greatest creation



Immediately my fearful mind placed up its guards

The loyal Guards I would use time and time again

But I laid them down and said “Dad, I’m gay”

“I don’t care! I still love you” daddy said that day



I’m out. I’m sorry I didn’t do it through a letter

I was going to write it, but I my voice was better

So now everybody knows my truth so guarded

And I'll be fierce enough to know that I'll be good



Poem Seven: Gay Enough 2



I used to be so scared by the truth, but now I’m proud

There’s a joy I find in it, so, I don’t mind saying it loud

So long I thought that being found out was my fear

There was a freedom that I didn’t have to hold dear



A volcano never has its chance to erupt

After all: Denial is only needed in Egypt

But I have a dream of a world where we are equal

A premonition of equality and peace with people



I find so much scarier and braver when it fails

But still you brave it all, and live to tell the tales

I feel like I’m going through a house of mirrors

When I get to the end I’ll say “bye” to the terrors



Fuck around on my watch and you might as well hit it!

I’m not a little boy you can have and treat like a shit!

There’s a struggle that everybody must overcome

This is the struggle that you were meant to cut



The chances are too high, it’s gambling, and it’s life

Don’t let the tender energy of love turn into a knife

That’s so precious of you, it’s nice and all

But going for me would be going after a wall



One toe at a time we make our way into the light

One punch at a time we will soon win the fight

My tastes and my life are only scented with it

It doesn’t make me a big piece of bright pink shit



You’re a hero and one the people will know

One day you will be seen, shine, and glow

Now I’m a real stupid bitch, children!

Don’t you let the dogs bite you ever again!

Fin



This Extended Rhyme has been to support my upcoming poetry collection Gay Enough 2 which is coming to the World Wide Web (Smashwords.com) on April 23, 2011.

Description of Gay Enough 2: These 14 poems written as a sequel to the acclaimed poetry collection Gay Enough by fourteen year old German Alcala Gay Enough 2, and is about the struggles and sorrows of LGBT youths depression, heartbreak, and fear, however, the collection is written to inspire all youths of any sexual orientation to be wise, strong, and to fight in the face of doubt and intimation.



Thank You For Reading



Author Info:

German Alcala:

From Los Angeles, California German Alcala is 14 years old, Mexican, Gay, and considers himself a novelist, poet, singer, dancer, carpenter, and everything in between! German Alcala's biggest inspirations include Edgar Allan Poe, Maya Angelou, and Jackie Collins. He is the Editor In Chief, and owner of a new online literary magazine THE INKBLOT, has self-published eBooks across the web from Apple iBooks to Barnes and Noble NookBooks, has been called Awesome, Inspiring, and Amazing in book reviews.



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