XX, XY

XX, XY

 It doesn’t matter

 So, why do we classify

Daughter to mother, as son is to Father

Go ahead! Say it’s just the natural way

But remember

Pink. Originally a masculine shade

Just as blue started as a girlish hue

 XX, XY

Does it really matter

If she works and provides

While the one to stay home and watch the kids is the guy

XX, XY

It shouldn’t matter

So why discriminate ones who categorize

As the gender which their biology denies

Say it’s unnatural, or goes against your god’s will

Go ahead. Say it makes you ill

But in my eyes a person is a person

No matter how they identify

Now I don’t say conform

To these new modern societal ways

However, I do require

That you never let your mind easily sway

Never let others decide your heartly matters

Because in the end

The one constant that should always stay true

Is you just being  you