En dikt

There are people, who want to leave some of us out in the cold,

They draw narrow little lines where they fit in just right,

But it’s so impossible for some to pass the threshold

And they are left out in the silent darkness outside the light

There are people that want to fit us into neat little squares

When we come in all shapes and forms imaginable

And some of us must silently endure other people’s stares

Or be forced to conform ourselves to suit their label

I have no wish to squeeze myself into a tight slot

I’m a person, a human being, a living creature: I am me

I have no obligations at all to be something I am not

Let’s cast away all the unwritten rules and be free

En dikt mot fördomar, diskriminering och stereotyper som jag skrev. Hoppas att layouten inte är för rörig, jag ville få den att matcha budskapet.

Låten som jag lyssnade på när jag skrev dikten: Habataite Tori Wa Kieru framförd av Okuda Miwako

Den här AMV:n var den enda versionen jag lyckades få tag på på Youtube.