What I will never understand is why we think we must endure,
Why can’t we be confused before we are sure.
Why must there be special labels for our sisters…our friends?
Why is there no end;
To the hate put upon on us,
and the abuse and unjust?
Why does the world care so much about my pride,
isn’t it mine?
Those questions have answers they cannot handle,
I am sick of hearing it is a shame
that I am the flame
to my own candle.
Demands from all directions,
they seem like conceptions without perception,
only filled with deception.
A poem by Nivie Dhami