You Shall Be Free

At first glance,

Material such as “Hannah Montana” and “Avatar”

Only quench the thirst for entertainment

That expresses itself as boredom.

Though, as a bit of my scrambled mind

Cleans itself like people wish their bedrooms did,

I peek into the barely cloudy past

And the remote to my visualization clicks

When what was then images

Of lightswitching identities

Metamorphs into an illustration

Of the challenge people embark on

Around and away from those poor in understanding

Yet with different themes.

The closest forms of our birth species

Are victims to the illusion

That those of us they look down upon

Can only remain in the cookie cutter

Of the shape they expect us to be.

Yet, behind closed doors

And distance between us and the locked minded

Grows faster than a child,

We go from wheelchair in a lab

To flying free with friends who know us.

We go from secretive teen

To singing our hearts out

Our thoughts becoming a blanket

To warm those that accept and understand.

You're unchained along with Django.

And the reflection looking back

Is the warrior overcoming the close exposure

To society's “hidden” hypocrisy

That is engraved in “normality”

To be and not to be yourselves.

Sooner or later, though

You wake from your freedom

You exit and silence your true minds

To avoid the dialect of an “intellectual alec”;

You might even take off the wig

And turn the AC on your cheeks

When you think about those

That somewhat match you.

Some might happen to enjoy

Acting in one-man performances

Surrounded by a varying audience

Erupting immature humor from within their minds

Out of their fingertips

As a spider-clown on the World Wide Web

And discuss newer entertainment enthusiasms

To those with a linked understanding.

Yet, they might hear broken records

Of the demand to remain silent

Because of a lack of common enjoyment empathy.

Those of us that expose who we are

To the unexpected adversaries

Are then forced into silence and apology.

But there's no meaning to apologize

To transform into what's inside.

Maybe you're meant to like your gender and be opposite

Maybe you're meant to be a Na'vi

Maybe you're meant to scout for another crowd

And maybe as oppose to the identity given,

The identity created is the one you're meant to be.