This Is Who I Am

I look at my parents, my supposed teachers

I try to see them, their minds,

But it's like trying to see through a wall.

Their minds are closed;

Shadowed by hate,

Shrouded with ignorance.

I wish I could make them see,

Make them see that who I really am

Is not wrong or unnatural.

I'm still their child,

Their child with different views and values,

But their child all the same.

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