© by Eileen Carole

I was really impressed with the White House decision to light up the exterior in rainbow colors when the Supreme Court ruled that same-sex marriage is legal. Oddly enough, 20 years to the day, after this highly publicized incident; I found this poem in an old, mostly empty-paged notebook. I wrote it 20 years ago for Matthew Shepard.

Written as if it were Matthew speaking…

Gay is not my reason for living

It was my life. It was who I am.

Gay, however…is my reason for dying


I was no match for the hate

That would not let me

Just be…me

Beaten while tied to a wooden, prairie fence

I was unprepared for the fury

That could not tolerate me…or my kind

Striking out…they neither understood my life

Nor cared to!