God loves everyone, he never does partiality
Then why am I suffering from abnormality?
People don’t know how to call me,
They are confused in he or she.
Mum says I’m a beautiful soul
Then why am I, inglorious about my role?
When I go to market my dresses are stared
I don’t know why the mind of peoples are so impaired!
Pink colour doesn’t makes vagina and black doesn’t make a cock!
Why they do stare when I wear a frock?
Neighbours don’t allow their children to play with me when I’m in the park
I don’t know why their mentality is so dark!
I do prayer day by day
But still people makes me stay away,
I’m a girl with a beared face
That’s why they think I’m a shoelace!
Something happened wrong in mum’s womb that’s why I’m isolated
I usually prefer to lock myself in my room as I’m agitated!
Am I just made for being used; not for being loved?
If yes, then it doesn’t mean that I’m born to get shoved!
“I was not born in the wrong body but I was born in the wrong world”