I believe that everyone has the right to have an opinion, but no one has the right to enforce it upon others.
I believe in being kind to others , just as you would wish them to be kind to you.
I believe love transcends all boundaries. I mean ALL.
I believe that freedom is a right and not a privilege.
Lastly, no love, no freedom.
I hate using labels such as "Feminist", "Atheist" or for that matter "LGBT". Whether
you are labelled one or the other, you are still a person. I feel when you label
someone, the person behind the label ceases to exist, and instead will always be recognized by the label which is the cause for stigma. However, labels, can be powerful too! When I hear that so & so person belongs to the LGBT community, the first thing that pops into my mind is the cause behind the label. I start thinking of all the people I know, that belong to this community, and although this community has made a lot of progress, mankind is still years away from accepting this new normal. From the case of the transgender boy in Chicago,who identifies as a girl, to Bruce Jenner, the Olympian, who at age 65 began publicly identifying himself as Caitlyn Jenner, we have seen/ heard of so many people, who , when born are assigned a sex but as they grow up, realize that they identify with the opposite sex. And then straight
people call them confused or label them in wrongful ways. But if a person belonging
to the LGBT community, has already accepted who he/she is in his/her mind, what have we got to do with their decision?
Just because we think the world is black and white, doesn't mean it is. It is made of various colors, and the fact that we can't comprehend that a person could be born a man and still be attracted to
another man or be a woman, yet identify as a man, goes on to show that we are the ones that are
really confused!
This poem is my way of expressing support for the LGBT community.
I see soft, cherry colored lips,
Hair held in place with bejweled clips.
I feel so pretty as I twirl,
For I am just a girl!
I am just a girl, but then I wonder why,
When I look in the mirror, I see a boy?
My eyes turn cloudy and I see red!
Just like the clouds of confusion, o'er my head!
O'er my head, around my ears,
I have heard whispers all these years!
I may be a boy, but there's a girl in me,
When will your judging eyes set her free?
Set her free, and let me live,
As a girl, let me relive!
Relive I shall past joys and sorrows
In pearls and pink, I'll have a rosy tomorrow!
