With a deep breath, she stood in front of the mirror
Gazing into her own eyes, full of fear and nerves.
One more step, just breathe, she tells herself.
She puts her shoes on and departs.
Never did she imagine
The hardest part of love would be how others see it.
That in a world so advanced,
There would still be those who choose to break you down.
She heard about this kind of thing all the time:
Parents who disown, communities who triumph against,
But in the end there is always a river of support,
A crowd of those who are just like you.
So what makes her situation any different?
So, she isn’t against a gender norm,
Not deep in racial diversity,
These things that are typically known for causing angst
However; she is in love,
And believes that her happiness should soar above the hawks that
are the narrow minded,
Whose unkind words bounce like shrapnel off her armour of pride.
To her surprise, there is a blanket of love all around,
Those relaying that happiness rises above.
Although there are always few who hate,
She has learned that there is more within life to celebrate.
So she stands tall and proud
Unafraid of fanciful consequences
For never was there a happier time,
than living without other’s interests at mind
