Poem: Love is Love

Author: riaan_nienaber

Author Location: Parys, South Africa

Note: I have done thorough research.
This is a poem for people who are gay/lesbian or bi.
– Other sexualities are also kept in mind such as queer, transgender, etc. Name it.
The purpose of this poem is that we should not judge people with other sexualities. They also have a right to a happy life. We, as people, cause them so much pain when we judge and criticize them. The least we can do is support them. If you cannot, then simply stay out of their way. It’s simple. Easy.
NB
Science has proven that it is not a choice to choose your sexuality. It is certain hormones in your body (I am still doing research on which specific hormones they are) AND excessive breastfeeding that determine a person’s sexuality. Keep this in mind.
APA states that your sexuality is not something you can change at will.
APA is the American Psychological Association.
The books that support this:
The Evolution of Human Sexuality
Born This Way: Science, Human Variation, and the Cause of Homosexuality
The Biology of Homosexuality
These books and scientists prove that it is not a choice.
Give these people a chance at a happy life too. It is that simple.
The purpose of this poem is to prove the world wrong.
I want to support LGBTQ people as a true friend so that people can stop judging and stop thinking it is a choice.
I am gay and know how difficult it is 👀
Remember, you cannot make the world a better place by judging, criticizing, and making people’s lives miserable by using religion as a shield.
Religion and sexuality must have a balance. God loves everyone.
One more thing: sometimes someone is raped by someone of the same gender; this influences that person’s sexuality completely.
People cannot become gay, etc., through influence. For example, peer pressure or if someone takes you to an LGBTQ club.
I repeat: It is not a choice. Respect people’s sexualities. They are born that way.
“Being gay is not a choice, it’s who I am.” – Ricky

Love is Love

In the Mathematics class,
two clones sit
next to each other.
They share a chocolate.
One is deeply in love with the other,
the other unaware
that he is being loved.
Male desire,
strong and firm,
firm and strong.
One heart beats with love,
the other heart unaware.
The chocolate —
the symbol —
breaks,
just as their friendship will one day break
when one tells the truth
about a (forbidden?) longing
for the other’s being or his body.
He will drift away —
a growing friendship (too strong).
Passion in the eyes,
only from his side.
Two young men…
Will the truth dare to be told?
Or will two men be found guilty
in the eyes of the cruel world?
Love.
One guy is in love.
The other guy is unaware.
PASSION. HOPE. EXPECTATIONS.
What is he waiting for?
How can one be in love with someone
created
just like you?
Or does the wind play tricks,
does the wind play with your mind,
when you cannot distinguish between good and evil —
unless the world tells you it is wrong,
but you think it is right.
Yes, you — right.
The world is just jealous,
because your love is strong as iron.
They will never experience it.
Oh, melt in my arms, my beloved,
melt like candle wax.
Let us become one,
like a puzzle.
This is what I so desperately want.
This is what the one guy would say.
The other guy will strike him with a fist.
How can you love me?
The world will judge you.
He will hold a grudge.
He will lose his chance at love.
He will slap and shove his friend
so hard that he falls to the ground.
His (beloved?) will look him in the eyes,
cry,
with tears in his eyes,
on his knees,
kneeling,
he will beg.
I love you.
Give me one chance to love you.
Oh my beloved, my thief of love,
give me a chance,
please, I beg you.
And his friend will stare at him rigidly,
only now aware that he is loved.
Tears will begin to form on his eyelids,
because he may not return his friend’s love.
The cruel world will stone him.
They will use Christianity as a shield.
No Christian may choose another sexuality.
What do these people really know?
It is not a choice.
You are born this way.
But he does not realize it.
He collapses.
He cries.
Oh my beloved, do not cry.
I am here for you.
Always.
Wait.
Let me kneel
and wipe away your tears.
Let me tear open the wound of forbidden love.
Let us bleed.
Let the tears flow.
Healing will come when you stop crying.
You will find healing in my arms.
Oh my beloved,
melt in my arms.
Forget the world.
Focus on the two of us.
The love between two men
is a fantastic nightmare.
~Riaan Nienaber

This poem was originally in Afrikaans, but I used Chat GPT to translate it to English.