This Is Who I Am
I look at my parents, my supposed teachers
I try to see them, their minds,
But it's like trying to see through a wall.
Their minds are closed;
Shadowed by hate,
Shrouded with ignorance.
I wish I could make them see,
Make them see that who I really am
Is not wrong or unnatural.
I'm still their child,
Their child with different views and values,
But their child all the same.