The men's room closed,
I waited with no choice.
I saw two lesbians,
both elderly.
The older of the couple
seemed to be androgynous.
Their love made me rejoice.
The younger waited
in a shopper's daze.
But then a girl with Down came out.
Face red with rage
'I saw a MAN in there! '
I said, 'But women can be
many different ways.'
Yet she was sure and
she began to shout.
'He TOUCHED himself! '
Fine people raised her well.
'If somethings wrong,
find grown ups,
tell them.
Tell until you're heard.'
I said 'I'll check this out.'
I'm proud to live
where women can be strong,
and safe and brave and
know that they belong.
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