Is there only one way?
One straight path to follow each day,
Or are there others?
Those marked 'No' by our mothers?
Can we not waiver?
Without losing favor?
Without being ostracized?
Just for choosing sides?
Many wonder in the dark,
Choosing to hide their beauty mark.
Fearing the stare of piercing eyes;
Deciding to hide as the time flies.
I chose to stand
And with a strong voice command:
We are all equal and unique,
Regardless of who makes our love pique.
