One thought remains in each of our hearts
Even if you disagree now

One day in each of our lives
Remain
When the haunting thought
Caught us all off guard

No matter a boy or a girl
No matter how much you
Shake your head
Refuse the thought miles ahead

There may have come
Or there might come a day
Or a night

Where this haunting thought
Would have crossed your mind
Sometimes not like the question
It should have been
But like a statement, an answer
To many a thing

And with another blink
It might so well have faded
To nothing like it has always been

The thought merely thus remained
In the mind

The thought of the girl
Who thinks boys live a better life
And that thought of a boy
Who thinks girl live a better life.

But who is there to tell
The boy or the girl,
The world never waits to see
If you are born a boy or a girl
If you are made of stones or swords.

But who is there to tell the girl,
She is far better living as a girl
In protective arms, and far from
Pressures of future's blinding curses.

Who is there to tell the boy,.
He is better living off as a boy
Who isn't tortured to
Be something others want him to be
While killing his own soul's very demand.

Who is there to tell them both
This world is heinous
With all its shining glory

It neither waits for explanations
Nor does it see
If you are a boy or a girl

It only has eyes for
Faults you make
For a chance where they can sweep you away

Where they can dirty your soul
Tarnish your name
And declare you a nameless
Being not worthy
Of breathing even

Thus one must
Tell their children now
No matter boy or girl
No matter the place you were born in
No matter how you live

This world is bound to make
You feel worthless
If only you promise to
Be just who you truly are

Even then one must
Never forget
To tell one's children
Even when the world
Curses you
Calls you worthless,
Incompetent, not worthy of being a human

Stand up straight
Look them in the eyes
And speak clearly and loudly
For all to hear

"I am not sorry
For being who I
Truly am.
I am not sorry
If I am not fake
As all the other
Puppets roaming the world.
I am not sorry
For being a humanely human.
Unlike you all. "

No one thus
Lives better than the other
Not a boy ,not a girl
Not poor ,not rich
We all live the same
Just in different ways.
We all face the same
Just in different ways.

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