The Whim Of A XX(Y) Bearer

"Oh! Please let me in

Mom! Dad! Sister!

I know I'm your very sin,

But please let me in".

To please this society,

is a prowess.

Unnavigable are the credence,

That it explicitly veils.

I wish I could bask in the morning sun,

With good morning kisses,

And tender hands caressing my cheeks,

Serving in my plate, yummy burger bun.

I pine for the family home evenings,

The aura of the festive gala,

Of the endless pandal hopping,

The few things I discern from passing strangers.

The tall white building

With queues of youngsters,

Invading in uniformity,

Besets me with impending doom.

My life is pathetic,

Filled with mournful songs,

And of pessimistic utterances

From the pitiful society that abandoned me.

I have a family though,

Of people exactly like me,

People who dress up like me

And people who deserve love,

Yet endure the cacophony like me.

I cannot marry my love,

Nor can I gain your love.

Only despair is what I've found,

But now I do have a sound.

My society is now unbounded by the false notions.

We demand equality and not mere acceptance.

It's time to light up the flame

Soon there shall be a new world to claim.