I am trans... I am 13... I am gay... I am 16... I am lesbian... I am 14... I am queer... I am... On the streets I came out last week, last month Yesterday... My mom cried My dad replied, yelling Get out! I came out here Street life is hard You know my friend Becky She killed herself last night, and Olivia was stabbed last week. Sometimes, when I am lucky, I crash on a friend's couch, For a night or two. But friends... Real friends are hard to find. Will you HELP Our mouths may never utter this cry But the question lies unspoken In our eyes...