Silence

Today is the day of silence, on which thousands of people world wide will say nothing for a day in order to bring attention to the millions of people who have remained silent about who they really are because of bullies and intolerant people in the world.
Being quiet has been good for me. It brings me back to my early teen years during which I said very few words to very few people. I kind of missed it. There's a peace that comes with listening to everyone around you and not being expected to imput. At the same time, when people are callin out to you "Why are you participating in 'gay day'?", it is very difficult not to verbally tear them to pieces. I guess that just shows that we're really better than them - that we can have a peacuful protest without saying hateful things to others.
Anyway, I haven't posted a poem in a while, so here:

"Disgusting Love"

She met the love of her life six years ago.
They instantly became great friends.
Now they are all each other has.
She clings to her love in times of deep distress,
and when she is joyous, she shares that with her love as well.
They will be in love forever.

Every time she reaches out to hold the hand of her love,
the people surrounding her give her distasteful glares.
If she gives her love a kiss, those glares turn into words of hate.
"That's disgusting!" they shout bitterly.
She has fallen deeply in love, and for it she has been labeled a lowlife,
promiscuous wretch.
Why? Why would anyone oppose something so beautiful so publically?
Simply because the love of her life is another woman.