Struggles, unheard of, persistent
Eyes, cold and callous, reflecting
Disgust, hatred, horror,and loathing
At us, as we ignore their stares
We sit in silence, our minds filled with
Fear, shame, disgrace, and humiliation
Avoiding interaction, blending into the shadows
We hear the cries, loud and clear
“The world is changing!”, they said
But to us, we still slink in the darkness
“A revolution is happening!”, they exclaimed
Then why are we still hiding?
Our courage falls low when we face the crowd
That may smile at us, but we hear
So what if our identity is different
We are still human, are we not?
So what if we choose to label ourselves?
Does your society not do that?
‘Rich’, ‘poor’, ‘pretty’, and ‘ugly’
What are these, if not labels
What power do those petty words hold?
Why do we label ourselves, if not to discriminate?
Is it a mandate to blend in?
A confinement to be defined
You mercilessly label us
And in the end, look down upon us
For having those labels
Detest us for something we never could choose
Punish us for the mistakes we never did
Abhor us for the label you imposed
Yet cheer us onward when it’s convenient
With no regard for the pain we went through
Do we exist for your entertainment
To cure your boredom and nothing more?
Do our voices get lost in the sounds of your chatter?
Do our cries of pain get lost in the symphony of your laughter?
Are we not breathing just like you?
Are we not the Lord’s children?
Are we not the sons and daughters of this soil?
Are we just not human?