The veil of hope seldom lifts
There are cries of freedom everywhere
But to me they are just whispers from a distant land.
Love is a choice or so I believed.
Until love blessed me in a strange way
The family shuns and the society mocks
As I lament in darkness o’er my twisted fate.
The promise of acceptance remains a mere wish
As fear mocks my perfectly sane choice
I yearn for a world which accepts the alternate.
A walk down the aisle without prejudice
A crowd filled with joy as I hold her hand.
I chose her and not him
Don’t haunt me with why
For love doesn’t bind genders
It binds two souls who are meant to be.
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