A poem addressing homophobia.

From the day a human is born,

We are all born with an invisible string.

Wrapped around our infant fingers.

And as we grow up

That string becomes less and less invisible,

Some people find their string to be connected to nothing

While for most,

Your string is connected to another person’s finger.

Love is one of the most human things

That we can behold.

And so is hate.

One cannot cut that string or another person’s string.

One cannot yank that string

And that be the reason why some people mistake every string to be invisible.

Carrying around scissors wherever they go

Only to not get any benefit

As life progresses you find yourself

To come closer and closer to the end of that string

Only to find another human being in front of you.

One day

Everyone will realize

That they can drop their scissors

Because they are not cutting anything

They cannot change anything

Because at the end of the day,

Even when the sun sets and stars appear,

The moonlight still shines over everybody