poezja o gościu w głowie

i will fight

I write happy poems.
I love rock.

I can play the flute.
I can cook.

I hold her hand during the walk.
I don't smoke.

I can kiss her on the street.
I can sing.

I can marry her.
I have never eaten peach.

I won't see my friends crying just because they were themselves.

I can be me and feel free.

I always see acceptance from random people on the street.

I am not scared of a man at night.

I am not scared of a man in the morning
and the afternoon time.

I saw my friend with a supportive mom.

I have my dad, who says, "I love you for who you really are. "

I am with her, and I feel safe outside.

I always meet allies.

I'm not a good daughter of my mom.
She said it's a bad thing to tell lies.

But you get me, right?
Cause I will fight for some of those lies.
Cause someday we are going to make them facts.