We, ourselves, are crucified,
For them, we all die,
Whether inside or outside,
We've fought, died and cried,
For some acceptance,
A little human decency,
Shot, cut, bruised, stabbed,
Hung, pushed, slapped, grabbed,
And pushed down to the ground,
Mocked, humiliated, raped and ground,
Into dust by their hands of hate,
They feel the need to discriminate,
Because we're black, gay, coloured, white,
Or just different, like a man who cries,
Jesus cried, what's the deal?
This is no lie, this is real,
Open your eyes and see,
The type of people you've come to be,
Haters, discriminators, self-appointed judges,
Well, judge and be judged,
No love no life, why cut up our lives?
Do you find happiness in our cries,
For help, love, someone to care?
Where's God in you? Where?
And if not God, where's your humanity?
Some common human decency?
Why hate us, why hate her, him?
For being a little different,
So what if he wears pink,
Or he has to wash in a public sink?
So what if she's obese,
And her mom's deceased?
So what if she sketches demons,
And she likes metal screaming?
This is irrelevant to your explicit hate,
So what if two men date?
So what if she doesn't pray every day?
So what if I don't want to be a doctor someday?
So what if he collects action figures,
Or you aren't a born winner?
We are all unique, our own,
So to speak, we're not owned,
We aren't slaves,
To anyone in any way,
There's no difference in our social statuses,
From homeless to princess,
We don't care about your opinions of hate,
We're beautiful in our own ways.