(warning before you read what I have to offer here. The content you'll read in some of this is the mentioning of transexuals and other sexualities. If this offends or makes you uncomfortable in any way I suggest you not to continue any further. Otherwise I ask that you respect and keep and open mind to what it is said as it is not meant to offend anyone in any kind of way. I myself like to keep an open mind to anyone and anything they choose. Thank you for listening, I hope you enjoy)
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Let's get this straight
That word
An opinion
Its simply your thoughts and feelings of a part of a storyAs years go by your opinions come stronger
They're used more verbally to describe a situation
And.
Ourselves
Us whom, we may have been born one way
But it is our right to choose as we felt we were anotherThey fill in our wants and what we feel is needed for us
My gender is no longer something simply just classified as the paper tells it to be
As there's that someday I feel and reach to be anotherAn opinion
Its an option, a choice, a right of our ownMy sexuality
Those whom I find myself attracted to
People whom I choose to look at to form a connection of admiration and lust-
Or that to be none at allMy identity to you is my option I chose to represent in myself
An opinion, a path of my decisions
Just as we do in our other life casualties
The choices I create to see myself as one I accept
To listen and walk amongst you as one of more possible trustYet with all of our decisions and trying to fit in while making us seem different from everyone else
We're still the same
We're all a person wanting acceptance
From ourselves or others
All beings that live and thrive off of this planet we may not call a sweet home
But a home none the less that we occupy as our ownSo no matter our choices and different classifications
Our differences are our specialties
You may not be me and I can never be you
You may not all agree
But it is you and me that make all the change
For our better and our possible worst
YOU ARE READING
Expression Is Priceless
PoetryThere's always thoughts and feelings to be shared. Or perhaps just run through your mind as you go on about your day. Am I right?