Chromosome chose us it's children,
Pot-luck, by random roulette of odds.
Toss of the bones,
There is nothing wise in a gambler's wisdom.
There are those who are set,
Narrow to a path pre-decided.
There are those who change,
At a fork in the road.
And then there are those,
To be like a compass,
Or the back n' forth of pendulum.
Swing, in between.
One way, one day.
One day, another.
Where ever a way one falls,
Narrow or board,
There ain't nothing wrong.
When you get past what sets us all apart,
The labels, name tags, identities.
We are each human,
We each have a beating heart.
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HUMAN (Pride Poetry)
AcakMy way of penning with pride. Containing poetry about my own lgbt journey in away to support Pride month hope ya enjoy
