I did not ask to be different
I did not even ask to be born
I do know that I'm different
I do know the difference
Between right and wrong
I do not accept to be entitled
To anything other then respect
I do not accept to be treated
To anything other then equality
A referendum held in my country
Voted yes to make abortions legal
A sad day for for the unborn
And yet celebrated as a victory
Yes I'm different
Yes I have a disability
But as of today
We have no rights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As you say there are no winners. It does seem to me to be rather strange that is is seen as some sort of victory. Pyrrhic? ++10