Live, Laugh, Learn.

“So you’re gay?” That’s what they say, in a frazzled state. 
My hands are tied my mouth is wide they look to me. 
There’s confusion I’m improving my way. 
Because I’m learning how to reply when I speak.
They always ask me how I know who I am. 
As if I need some kind of test or an exam. 
My mouth is sure and it’s able, my words on the table, 
I draw in air and smile.

It’s soft lips and it’s hair. It’s fire I see when a woman’s there.
It’s not mind, not body, it’s heart.

If we could choose, then we would lose I know for sure. 
Because we’d change most everything we want and more.
I’ve bowed my head and heard the words of those who think. 
How can you argue with impossibility? 

I wish we didn’t see the label, I wish we didn’t see the kind. 
I wish we didn’t see the color, I wish we all could see man blind. 
I wish we didn’t see one making as the only path that’s right.
I wish we didn’t think that love is something worth causing a fight. 
It’s not mind, It’s not mind.