Ah here is the poetry forum. It took me a while to find it.
This is something I wrote when someone asked me what my dream was. I hope you enjoy it.
I have a fantasy;
Its something you might not realize.
I want you to see me with unbiased sight,
That when you look at me, you will see my soul,
And not my flesh-born form.
Sweet freedom, a wind blowing in;
To be myself, without a doubt,
Watch me smile from ear to ear.
What use is it to judge me
When what is real is not clear.
I have a fantasy;
But society tells me no.
The voices of many, yell louder I,
My whispered dreams,
Drift slowly passed closed minds.
