I stare into your eyes as you stand there judging me.
Looking down upon me as if I am some kind of monster.
You cast your stones and claim that I am wrong.
I continue walking by with my head held high with my flaming pride.
I smile in your face, it fills you with so much hate.
Whether I choose to love a man, woman or a damn elephant, that is for me to decide.
I'll be damned if I let you break my spirit down and cause me to feel like nothing. You call me a sinner, an abomination and you loathe me so, but are you yourself a saint?
No brick nor stone will change my ways for I am living for the one I choose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem