When I look at a flower
I see past her petals
I see a seed that grew from nothing
beat the harsh indifference of nature
grew into a beautiful array of color
She gives others hope
She's a token of love and loss
Of new beginnings
One of many performers
in the great symphony of nature
That's what I see
That's how my mind works
Seeing a piece of the world
that only I will ever see
I'm like that flower
Blooming with my unique colors
Daring to be different
And that is a wonderful thing
Why must they hate us?
We only want to be ourselves
To exist honestly
To show who we are
We choose our names
We tell people what to call us
Yet they refuse
They insist that they know better
But they don't
How can anyone know us better than ourselves?
Why must we be afraid
To introduce ourselves
To wear the clothes we want
To have the bodies that make us comfortable
That's all we want
To exist
To be who we are
Why is that so much?
Why?
I will listen
to all of your problems
offer support the best I can
but you must understand
that there will be a point
at which I reach my limits
and I must take care of myself