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.