Little Freedoms

Here's to the people wearing rainbows,

And when haters ask, "You homo?
Because homos go to hell"
You say "Of course they do,
But can't you tell,
The rainbow's God's creation,
And not any group's sole possession"
While you're hiding your pride,
Out of fear,
They'll find out who you are inside.

And to my heathens,
Who read too many dinosaur books,
While raised with mosques and churches,
That exile Darwin as a dirty crook,
Nodding your head at every sermon,
Teaching Creation from their Scriptures
While in your heart are fossil sediments,
Real-life experiments,
Also death-inviting sentiments,
If these priests had X-Ray visions
They'll scan your soul with malediction.
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Or to the warriors wearing clothing,
They don't really want,
Because they're too scared of their fathers, mothers
Or other judgmental grunts,
When they avert their gaze from you,
If they know what's good
And you, take off, or put on,
Whatever you think you should,
But in the morning after your secret patriarchy fights.
You hide back in the shadows, saving your self,
For safer nights.

The warmest love to friends,
Just trying to survive,
Bowing down to oppression,
While keeping more honest dreams alive,
Your racist grandpa who loves you but is a supremacist,
Give him a smile, whispering that you will persist,
In spreading truth, while donning a million masks,
But always hating yourself,
Always worrying,
Along the way you'll lose your grasp on the task.

Here's to those precious seconds we forget that most of them hate us,
You are not alone, and they're all just sulking bitter they ain't us,
Leading double lives, or sometimes three, with stacks of alter-egos,
The world's too big, you feel you're too small to try and be heroes.

If hide and seek's the game, and you don't really think you can change'em
Let's pay respect and raise a glass for our moments of little freedoms.