Why Change Me

Greedy
Why change me.
I thought u loved for who I am,.
Every since I told u that I was gay all you in other people tried to do is change me.
You say I don't understand or no what I'm doing.
U try to take me to church but what the fuck that gone do.
Why change me.
The way u let my brothers in sisters call me names like gay, faget, fruitcake in sissy. U don't do shit about it. The way u be pissing me the fuck off when you say I cant have boys over or get phone calls by them.
Why change me.
All I have to say is fuck u my momma grandma, stepdad n who ever else don't like it umma do fuck n as for u mom u cant except the truth that yo son iz gay I cant fucking except u as ma damn momma all I have to say to u iz kick bricks, I'm an African America boy that's gone continue doing me////////I can make it on ma own I'm no longer yo little man bitch, I'm know as a grown man whose doing wats best for him.

By lashawn nichols
Published: 10/30/2009
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