The mirror doesn show

Who deep down we know

It only shows the outside.

To become who we feel,

To little appeal,

We must spend hundres of thousands of dollars.

Our identity we hide

As a group we are pushed aside

We fight and fight, but we still have little rights.

People claim we are fiction

They say that  its just a mental affliction,

but I assure you we are not sick.

We are braver than sharks

Our bite much weaker than our barks

We march in peace and harmony.

We wait for the day

When we can say

I'm finally who i am, and the work is finally done.



This poem is about: 
My community


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