What’s matter the most is my religion
Next is my parent’s reaction on my revelation
They’re not cool with it
In our society it’s not easy to admit
Being the firstborn and the most peculiar
I am the center of perception
In a Gossiper’s eyes I’m familiar
Every time it’s my mother is my companion
I pitied myself when I was a teenager
I hate to look at myself in the mirror
I’d planned to end my life thinking it’s for the better
But thinking about the outcome it gives me terror
My family needs me like the oxygen
I am their only hope to help make a living
I fulfill their wish and my siblings dream
I forgot to live my life and love again
I asked a favor to God Jesus
I want to be a good human being
I will love myself, especially my appearance
Then Jesus graces keeps on flowing
Whenever I talked to Him
Each time I need help and when I dream
Unexpectedly it will come to life
And I can’t believe I had won when I battle strife
I am “Joan” but will you please call me, Wu Lang.
I am human and I’m proud to be a Lesbian.
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