So what

Might I ask 

Makes us boys

And girls

 

Why can't we just be us?

Why must we be male, female, straight, gay...

What we are does not define

 

Labels will only separate us 

But we need

No we must

Come together 

 

Hold hands

Intertwine fingers

And stand 

 

Hand in hand

Walk a mile 

Not in my shoes

But wearing my glasses

 

Take a look around

From atop your high horse

And see what I see