You are different
You know you are
As you walk the streets
People talking about you
You look at the tall buildings
They have different forms
The people admire it
For it brings value
Now look at me
“I am in different form
The majority shove me away
They say I am different
They don't want me
They can't accept different tastes
Though they know we are humans
They can't open minds to see
They are blinded
Though they don't say
We are God's creation
They forget it is test of faith!”
So I walk on the streets
The people talk
LGBT they ridicule me
As if I am an outcast or something
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