Who am I?
Am I a man or woman,
Defined by what’s between my thighs?
Or maybe where the truth lies
Is a little deeper.
Who do I love?
Is it a man or a woman?
Call me a freak, an abomination,
Just because of who I love doesn’t fit in your equation.
Man plus woman is the only addition that equals happiness.
Do you know me?
Am I am man or a woman?
Do I love the same or opposite gender?
Can you tell behind these words,
Who I am and who I love?
Do you have the right to judge?
You look at him and say,
“You gotta be a man. Do man’s work.”
You look at her and say,
“Go help your mother in the kitchen.”
But when you look at me, what do you see?
I am a boy who loves to dance,
A girl who works with her hands.
I am the boy who yearns to be Jane;
The girls who yearns to be John.
I am the truth denied by society.
Who are you to tell me my Maker doesn’t love me?
Do you speak to the Almighty?
Why should I endure your abuse?
Try to get me to choose
Between my shell and my soul!
Well let me tell you,
So if loving myself and loving another is a sin;
Baby, I am the Fallen Himself.
Login or register to post a comment.