This is the last time

on the spectrum of dreams

only one is heard

as usual

 

in everyday life

only one is valued

no surprise

 

"let us make a change"

we repeat as

nothing changes

 

I am not sorry

the thought of equality

threatens your superiority

 

I pray 

our sisters and our brothers,

our kids and our friends

will not experience what I have experienced

 

This will change

for my children

and for my grandchildren

 

We are flawless,

smart, and capable

And for the last time,

equality is not debateable 

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