MSM Blood Ban Poem by Bastian Vos
Refused for being me
When blood drives come to college, a cloud falls over me,
Despite the helpful attitudes of donors whom I see.
All those people walking in, donors old and new,
But I will be refused for blood, for telling them what’s true.
“We need more donors, need more blood!” we hear from every side,
But if I were to donate now, my blood would be denied.
Because of my honesty, they would bid me good-bye,
“With due respect, we can’t proceed, the risk is just too high.”
“What risk is there?” I’d ask, “Do you not test the blood you’ve taken?”
“Of course we do, but sometimes, test results can be mistaken.”
“Then what good are those tests at all?” I’d cry out in dismay.
“I’m sorry, but we cannot use your blood if you are gay.”
I’d head crestfallen for the door, my chance to help denied.
I’d walk back past those waiting, their eyes all opened wide.
Some feel refusing me is right, some feel that it is wrong,
But with all of their eyes on me, the walk would sure feel long.
As I walk out, a man walks in, a girl at either hand,
“Now ladies, now is not the time, my blood is in demand!
Why don’t you call the girls now, and see if they’re not away?
Invite them to mine later, we will have all night to play.”
Much later on, the man returns, a plaster on his arm.
He did his duty, gave his blood; it clearly does no harm.
A “Give the gift of life” pin is boldly on display;
His harem does not matter, as long as he’s not gay.
Now while this story is made-up, the moral is the same:
A sleazy het’rosexual can donate without shame,
Yet my blood’s seen as tainted, and not worthy of a glance.
So ask yourself: would this refusal cost someone their chance?
The need for blood is clearly not as bad as said to be,
Since otherwise, they would be more than happy to take me.
Refusing healthy blood would surely cause others to die,
I guess my gift’s not needed, guess the need is not that high.
Then I hear from the radio that is playing nearby
“Donors wanted – blood reserves will never be too high.”
It makes me angry, makes me sad, that I am still declined.
It’s almost as if I’m not good enough to help mankind.
Gay people are like others, some wish only to aid.
Yet by refusing us, it’s almost as if you’re afraid.
If blood is sorely needed, then I’m sure you’ll catch my drift:
All we wish to do is help, so please, accept our gift!
by Bastian Vos
October 07 2010 04:14 pm