Grim and mean,

Pickled in a jar,

The brine surrounds,

A mutant gender,

Yet born and free,

It wants to live,

To breathe, and dance and laugh,

Yet it is alone,

It, not man or woman,

It lives now,

By a doctrine law,

Abandoned though by all others,

Alone, not accepted,

It weeps silently into its heart,

Overflowing tears,

Can’t find a stall to wipe its eyes,

To do like all our species,

Necessary things in private,

It does not belong,

Where will it go?

It is no ones fault,

It is, different and special,

It is, just like you and me,

It is a fact of life,

It is, accept it,

It is, love it,

It is, treat it with respect,

It is time!©06/03/2017