I want to ask you something

Why am I not valuable according to you?

Why don't I deserve respect like others?

Is it the colour of my skin which hurts your eyes?

Or who I love too unacceptable for you?

Maybe it's the God I have faith in that threatens you.

Or maybe the feminine body I got from birth

Is the money in my pockets measuring my worth?

Or maybe the mirror screaming my looks aren't good enough.

My Mum says "Everyone is priceless." Is it a lie?

I'm a human and so are you.

Isn't it a good reason to be kind?

Aren't my deeds glimpse of what Karma should give me?

Isn't it my heart which really defines me?

Or does it always has to be my exterior?

The one I never chose

To show how much worth am I,

How much i should be served.