The world asks us, who are you
At one point I would have answered
But I have seen the world around us
And seen that others don't care.

My classmate comprise of many lies
Grown slowly into true and fact
Just ask around, I request you
Our questioning world, to take your line back!

A world of queer and question galore
One that a refused to accept before
I am an anomaly of color and ethnicity
The answer of who I am buried in years yet be.

Life isn't meant to be the same for you and me
Because we must be held to our own destiny
We are different in what we truly do
So the true question is, what do you see to be true?