Pages of my heart filled with pain.
Born into this hostile place.
In doubt, if there is a room for me here.
Queer, they call me.
Disgusting and detestable to most.
Daily in fear, living in danger.
Go and Honour your Parents
The labour of years,
Right from youthful days.
The drumless dance,
The striving sweat,
The day father go hungry for all to eat,
The day mother ask to feed the children,