Why do we write?
Because they still think we shouldn’t.
Why do we sing?
Because they still don’t want us to.
Why do we soar?
Because they couldn’t clip our wings.
Why do we feel?
Because it’s what we’re meant to do.
Why do we think
When they have said we cannot?
Why do we do
Even after they said we have failed?
Why do we resist
When we’re not sure who THEY are?
It’s because we know
We are
And what we have is sacred!
