It just occurred to me that I haven’t written in this for a while. I am very, very sorry about this. Since last time I’ve written, I finished the classroom portion of Driver’s Ed. I got a 99 out of 100 on the final test, so I passed. Sarah Gomez is no longer with Carlos. Her new boyfriend is PJ. He is bi, and he talks to me about gay stuff, but insists that he likes girls more. Sarah is worried that he likes me, but I have never met him in person yet! Oh well — everyone I meet that I like is either straight or with a girl. Arg!
I talked to Heather Markovich today about what she thought of gay people — I didn’t tell her I wasn’t straight… I just told her my viewpoint. That viewpoint is this: Who are we to judge? The entire nation is based on equality of all people, and it is comprised of people from all places. We as people of the universe must learn to be open to new ideas and to respect everyone, whether they are male or female, black or white, rich or poor, gay or straight, religious or atheist.
Prejudice
The black slave remembers the white men
They stole and sold her babies
As she sulks in her misery,
She asks, “Who are they to judge?”
The teenage boy remembers his classmates
They beat him for who he was
As he holds ice to his wounds,
He shouts, “Who are they to judge?”
The young boy remembers the Catholics
They threw rocks on his Bar Mitzvah
As he now questions his religion,
He cries, “Who are they to judge?”
The minority remembers the bigots
Who were blinded by their egos
Pain is caused by our mindless actions
Against people whose mistake
Was to not conform
So who are we to judge?