We’ve spent our entire lives captive to your ideals We enter our favorite bar to the reverential welcome of our brothers and sisters There is sadness in the knowledge of your opinions But freedom in the release of our worries of your attitudes We can only be who we are; who we are sanctioned to be Through trial and fire we were formed and through more fire shall we be refined Your words and stones do not phase us, We have been laden with assaults as long as we can hope to remember So your judgments do not sentence us, For we have made ourselves our own judges Liberated from the corrupt and the pious You do not know our stories, Nor do you understand our hearts You don’t care to know what we dream of at night, Nor what we aspire to by day You only see an image that you have been trained to prejudge A rung on the social ladder that you can step on, That way you are one step closer to your social goals We are people, Unlike you But same somehow We still feel, still care, still love, We just do it a little better than you Because we understand that you can never truly know someone Until you give up the idea that you already know who they are.