Poems about gender
I concur.
If it's against my religion,
it should be illegal.
And while we're passing laws,
"Just hanging out with a friend, Honey”
he said, with his back turned to us as he spoke lovingly
to his wife
Our poor forsaken generation
Focus...focus....focus
Man if I don't blow this it's like I can't focus
And suddenly it hits me like a punch in the gut
that I can BE all these beautiful things I read:
Where could I get sympathy?
For my nationality?
For my Race?
My Hair color?
Eye Color?
My religion?
I was judged before I even came out my mother's womb
I was counted out and scorned despite my inner beauty
The country rolls on to its Republic Day,
Its youth feels the pinch, the pain,
Screams, cries, shouts and the anger,
Well, it seems we have a bit of a problem
We've stuck ourselves in the exact same situation