if I had to count all those who hurt me
I'd have to count 'till infinity
if I counted those who did me wrong
I wouldn't have the power to stay strong
if those who help and those who hurt
engaged in a war
even the darkness of my mind
could protect me no more

but I'll remain faithful

for sunsets, for love
for the broken stars above
for beauty, for peace
for the gracefulness of trees
for happiness, for my family
but most of all for me; yes, me
I'll always suffer faithfully

I am a woman , I should be timid - They say
I am a human , I know no limit  - I say,

My existence is not meant for your judgment
Crushing me is not a sign of your triumphant,

My love for you has always been abundant
Why am I the one to make all the adjustments,

Look into my eyes , you'll see a twinkle
Savaging it , is so sinful,

My demand for freedom makes you reluctant
Clothed in societal norms , I have to bear its repercussion,

How are the governing laws so different for Both
What makes you so nervous of my growth,

Why do I have to fight for what is my right
Why do you enjoy my plight,


Being submissive is declared my attire
No one hears what my heart desires,

I am not the one to dance on your note
I am a volcano that erupts on my own,

I don't demand anything extraordinary
All I seek is equality,

Equality to Breathe without fear
Equality to be safe my dear!!!!!

I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I’m gay I'm gay
it kind of
spills off my tongue
when I don’t want it to
an
impulse
a
burning choke in my throat
falling out of me when I wish it would stay inside
when strangers are around
when
they really don’t need to know

it’s painted on my face
it’s written on the backs of my hands
my collarbone is burning white hot with a tell
and my eyes watering every secret of it

can they tell?
can everyone see right through me?
I’m
too scared to ask
somehow
also too scared to keep it inside

It wants out more than anything
but
she wants to be safe more than anything

I stole a heart today
so what
mine was stolen
a very long time ago
and no one cared
so what should I do
about that heart
which now lies
in the pocket
of my little shorts
gathering dust
maybe I could replace
the black hole
inside my chest
where my stolen heart
used to be
but then again
I thought
how now there was
someone just like me
with a hole in their chest
and they will have to
steal their own heart
to fill the void
just like I will now
that's the circle of life
I guess

they brought a stranger
to my home
and said he lived here
from now on
I stared at them for a while
then told them it was my home
as if it could change anything
laugh that sick laugh
made my bones tremble
with fear
I think
that's what you call it
so I packed my things
and left my home
to the stranger they brought
they smiled at me
then pinned a golden star
to my coat
so everyone could see
they said
who...ehm...
what a good girl
you are

a bomb landed
and killed millions
men
women
children
soldiers
civilians
and a boy went
to pick up his parents' bodies
and they gave him
a sack filled with ash and dust
one
and he asked
whether it was
his father
or his mother
and they said
yes
and about 40 other people
I imagined this
as I read the newspaper
sitting in a comfy chair
sipping my hot cup of coffee
ever so slightly disturbed
by this picture of
another world

they wrote my name
on a piece of glass
and then shattered it
into million pieces
and there I was
broken and broken again
so I did
what I thought was right
and changed my name
and my identity with it
trying to forget
who I was
to stop the tears
gathering in my eyes
when I thought of
that broken piece of glass
that still lies there
on the ground
where they left it
where they left me
the past me
at least