I'm not anti-gay;
I enjoin their parades.

I'm not anti-lesbian;
In truth,
I'm in love with them.

I'm not anti-trannie;
I'm Granda not Granny.

I'm not anti-bi;
But still I won't try.

I'm not a misogynist;
Though I use  the word chick.

I'm not Questioning,
Anyone.

I'm Pro-Life,
And Pro-Choice.
A singular voice.

Take it easy.
I've foibles
Shared by
The race.

Every time he looks at me
I see cracks in his eyes that remind me
Of the only word I’ve ever truly known:
Hope.

He is so prepared to lay himself out at my altar,
Plunge the dagger into his ****** chest,
Bleed onto my statues.
I will not,
I can not,
do the same.

They call me monster behind closed doors.
How can I do that to someone?
How can I let them yearn and pine without giving them a chance,
A chance to be the apple to my eye,
the moon to my tide,
and every cliche in between?

He thinks I can just kiss his scars away.
That my bruised and swollen love can heal his hurt.
But I can’t be his savior and mine.
I will always come first.

Moon needs not to conceal its scars
It grasps its own scars and light from the warmth sun
And instead of fading
it brightens more than ever!
When I found myself not able to behave like sun
I decided to surrender
And started reflecting light like moon.

If you need to go beyond
And don’t want to play a game
You need not to walk or fun
Tool or trick or tact or fame

If no plan; you have at all
Talking about he or she
Any season or snow fall
Fly to have it like a bee

If your goal is miles so far
You have no food, fish or fin
No matter plane, train or car
Face no trip through thick or thin

Go with care be determined
And you have to see your past
You have your inner! You find
You will be succeed at last

God has reshaped the light of universe
to form heart of mother
end is to every thing
But the motherly feelings are eternal
O' my mother if I would be able to eliminate your worries
I think it is not a reward of your spirit of motherly feelings
You were ill and not able to take rest for a moment
And
Used to lull and see me
You couldn’t be in calm for the sake of my rest
You sewed your lips in such a way that
You couldn’t be able to share your regret with me
You used to look at me and feel inner bliss
And made me able to remain away from sorrows and woes.
And used to kiss my forehead, ignoring all the worries
You felt pain in the result of my wounds
I often used to weep in the rain of your tears