Let it be t-gender

18 Oct


They want it their way,

You think it’s your way,

I link it to my own way,

Let it be, anyway.

I can see a blue sky

You say it reflects red in sea

Let’s take it, Red Sea anyway

Normal, nowadays, is the norm

Norm even for our abnormal

I saw you grew up as pink, angel

Pink, you disliked for blue, boy

Let it be my blue, you’re blue.

I say it’s hard, to accept change

You say it’s with our hearts

That we embrace change

Let it be hard, we’d take heart.

Mum said you were born Georgia

You shrugged off the appellation,

To be known and called George.

Who am I, to judge you!

Let it be you, George, the judge.

Dad calls you his butterfly

That you’re his sunshine

As you want to fly as princess

Thought you were mum’s prince

Mum’s blue-eye boy at birth.

Let it be, as you see yourself

Larva mutates to be butterfly

As the sunrises, it takes off flying

If by enjoying flights and light,

The butterfly mortifies larva

Let it be anything, anyhow.

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Posted by on October 18, 2015 in News Analysis


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