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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