I speak for those who can not

speak for themselves,

Why must we fight for our rights?

We keep on hide from those who 

keep on hurting us.

With words that can’t be unsaid,

with action that makes us sad.

Where does this NICKNAMES

come from?

Wanting and wishing there was never

a closet, why must we hide in it?

We feel like we were never ourselves,

dead within a diminutive closet.

We are not perfect but instead different

We embrace the spirit of being a different

flower, a different fish

and a different human

My point of view is we are different

but at the end we are all flowers,

fishes and humans.