What is there after the parade?

What is left after the parade?

What is there to be made?

All the fame, all the glory,

all the vibrant, colorful stories

Gone. Forgotten. Alone.

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There should be beyond any doubt

that we shall continue our fight,

to fight for what is right.

But when we are sidelined by society,

Dismissed, Disapproved of, and looked at with Disdain,

The pain in our chest reminds us that our fight is never over.

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Why should it be?

Why should this injustice prevail?

Why can't society accept us?

Whether it be a little different, a lot of difference,

or just something that doesn't click,

why can't you show us the same kindness

and step into our shoes

so we swap roles for just a day?

Clutching onto all you know and all that you have,

fear that the comfort you have will be taken away.

We can share, but you don't want that.

You want sidelines and scapegoats, the easy way out.

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I tell the truth and nothing but the truth,

no menace, no anger, no strings attached,

but yet, you don't want to hear this at all.

We can share, there is more than enough in the whole entire world

for all of us to share,

but we don't.

We don't care.