A 14 year old tender,
Came with a situation
He can’t decide his gender
Social keys challenging perception.

A prof. got suspended from his job
Coz he can’t love a woman in the ****
His feelings for affection were just like us
But for men, that he can’t discuss.

A girl of 25 don’t want to marry
Coz she love her girlfriend back in bury
She know it’s impossible to do this
As the law prevent love between two fairies

Now the question arises
If love has no boundaries
Why our brains are in cages?
As metals are casted in a foundry
God has made us in different pages.

We all pray equally
As do lesbians and gays
We all love equally
As do Bisexuals and Transgender
We all make friends evenly
As any girl or a boy
So why we can’t love legally?

Think and make others think
We all are humans, catch the link.

Everyone writes about what they believe in
Praising the greatest parts of life
or confessing their sin
I find no interest in common literature

When people speak it's about their life
New found accomplishments
and never ending strife
I cannot converse over common matter

Humans make decisions based on a certain topic
Their bountiful wealth
or emptiness of their pocket
I have never related to common economics

Celebration is a wicked, twisted event
Rejoicing over heroes and heroics
and shielding each other from evil stars like a tent
I do not cheer for common excitement

Angels hugged each other
With the joy of discovering
The material to eternal love
A weapon to eradicate hate

They carried it everywhere
Waiting for a perfect time
No one wanted to have it
The depression now arose

Returned to their lord
Complaining about the humans
Unwilling to surrender
Beasts incarnated with hatred

The weapon rusted without use
Until a beautiful heart touched
The minds of the concrete walls
They melted before her kindness

I am colored
I became colored
It's exclusively a colored town

White people
Rode through the town
Never lived there

Gallery seat
Enjoy the show
I liked it

I belonged to them
A little colored girl
In my heart
As well as in the mirror

I am not tragically colored
I do not mind
At all

Reminding me
I am the grand daughter
Of slaves

Suffered a sea change
It fails to register
Depression with me

Slavery is the price
I paid for civilization
The choice
Was not with me

The world
To be won
Nothing to be lost

I feel most colored
When I am thrown against
A sharp white background

Sometimes
I feel discriminated against
It doesn't make me angry

He has only heard
What I have felt
Little nothing
We have in common

He is far away
I see him but
Dimly across the ocean
Continents that have fallen
Between us

Dance wildly
Inside myself
My face
Is painted red and yellow
My body
Is painted blue

Certain times
I have no race
I am me
I belong
To no race
Nor time
I am the eternal feminine

Pour out the contents
There is discovered
A jumble of small things
Priceless and worthless
A bit of colored glass
More or less

She’s not a girl you’d pass by on the street
and spare a second fleeting thought,
Nor living within the glossy magazines you read
whose looks you’ve always greatly sought,
She’s a string in a resounding symphony
a note lost in sweet sound of melody
She’s a dab of paint on the canvas
but she doesn’t apologise—she forms the picture,
She’s a tiny flower plucked from the earth
       but she blooms for all she’s worth.