I was hated before I was born.
I knew scorn before the sun kissed my skin.
Am I a sin?
Even as a child I could see
This world was not made for me.
Its like they can only see in white and black
Like a wolf pack.
When right in front of them is a rainbow of hues.
I sit in the pews and pray to God above
Where is the love?
Why can't they see the colors on the wheel?
How can hearts heal with all these fears?
I want to stop the tears.
We are Human.