The Queer are Coming!

This is not a drill!
I repeat, this is not a drill!
The queer are coming, the queer are coming!
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Coming? Bitch, we've been here the whole time!
So no, this is not a drill
This is not a phase,
This is not an experiment.
This is me, this is how I was born
You liked me before, so tell me, what's changed.
It's funny how we're taught from a young age,
Too follow our heart's desires.
Well then, in that case,
I must be a freaking good student
Because instead of just loving half our population,
I love them, all!
So please, do not tell me who I am and am not,
Don't tell me I can't like them both.
Your advice is niether wanted or appreciated.
Boys, girls, black, white,
Who the fuck cares?
Did I just make you uncomfortable?
Well surprise!
Being Bi isn't a skill,
It's a freaking genetic inccident.
There is no cure for what I've got,
Because sweetheart believe it or not,
I'm not sick.
I'm not dirty,
I just have a wider palate.
I knock the institution of marriage on its ass,
Because I don't fit into either categories,
I' amboth straight and lesbian,
I love all the honeys,
I love all the gents too.
My love's so big, you couldn't shove me in a closet even if you tried!
So don't tell me to be quiet,
Don't tell me to wait until I'm sure,
Because I am one in a billion people,
And in those billion, guy or girl
is my one.