Heart

"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.