Why are they judged?
A scale. Kinsey… 1-6.
A figure… No more, No less…
Is there so much difference?
Something to fix?
1 is the norm,
that's what is said,
But if it were to change…
Straight. Dead
What then?
An End.
Time to Bend.
Switch around,
would there be a choice?
Discrimination reversed, Old Normality.
A submissive voice.
Silenced. Tired.
The feelings, repressed and hidden,
yet never ruled to be forbidden.
Why then, do some enjoy,
Putting down those whose lives they destroy?
We've come so far…
Yet Laws are new… Rights are few...
Insults and critics should get their due.
Time for acceptance.
Discrimination? Adieu.
Yet will it be enough?
For history is known to repeat itself…
Unless we pay attention.
Strengthen our retention.
Feel not a sense of Déjà vu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem