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Were you ever really who you were born as?
I mean, she says she's not a girl.
Why not believe her?
She knows herself and what's right for her.
But you won't let her bind her chest.
Or cut her hair short.
She says "My name isn't Vadah."
You cut her down. But why?
Why can't "she' be a "he"?
Why can't the boy that she feels she is come out?
And that lesbian in the other class room.
Why do you tease her for who she loves?
Why do you tell her she's too young,
Or it's just a phase?
She knows who she wants. Do you?
What if we told you it was weird to be straight?
To like the opposite gender?
To feel comfortable in the gender and body you were born in?
What if you were the abnormal?
And that little black boy up the street.
Why punish him for what he never did, couldn't have done!
He's 4 years old and his daddy was killed by the men who were supposed to protect him.
And what about those two teen boys living together next door?
Why suppress their love for each other?
And pretend that "they're just good friends"?
And that "hot girl" that you pass on your way to work every day?
Why whistle at her like all she is is a piece of ass?
We're all human.
Not "gays, blacks and weak women".
Not eye candy.
Not disgusting hell-bound liars.
Not unchecked murderers.
We are powerful. We are kind, and we need to step up and CARE for once.
Shut the hell up with all your segregation.
We're all human.
Written by Darkpoem (Mochii)
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