Hiding my identity,
So as not to offend the eye of others,
Not being the way god intended me to be,
But the way society sees fit.
A passing joke, no drama queen,
I’m just one of those,
A crime that it is,
With love reflected in the eye,
Can anyone see beyond that?
Loving one, that is not the opposite of I.
Holding hands in harmony,
Family and friends turning their head in disgust,
This is the way god made me,
So why do I feel that I have sinned?
When love is meant for all.
Who am I?
When I’m not allowed to love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Judge not lest ye be judged...I wish you happiness.....