I hate not being able

To hold my lover's hand

'Cept under some dimly lit table

Afraid of being who I am

I hate to tell lies

Live in the shadow of fear

We've run half of our lives

From that damn word "QUEER"

It's not your wife that I want

It's not your children I am after

It's not even my choice I want to flaunt

Just want to hear my lover's laughter

Feel like we're animals in cages

And have you seen the lights in the gay bar

Not revealing wrinkles or ages

God forbid we reveal who we are

I hate not being able

To hold my lover's hand

Except under some dimly lit table

Afraid of being who I am

No longer afraid of being

A lesbian