Being the third in the two gender is so hard,

Folks alway judge you hostile, see you as rot-lard,

Also, they alway thought that you have satyriasis,

Like they thought, all third in two, only a sex basis,

They judge us outrageous though don't knew our true bard.



Peeps said that we're girls why should we love other girls?

We're lesbian or bi, we can't resist the meant trails,

We love fellows for not to hurt by men again,

We traumatized by sweet tongue, then our hopes drain,

Just want to be man to fellow to mend man's fail.



There's also a gay or bi, said that cock hunter,

Not all has that mindset that give us bad alter,

We're not sex addicted, we're just want to be love,

We're man into woman, when fall need person's glove,

So don't ease judge us , sight within then do further.



People said, "why did you change your gender to trans?"

I always rebut that, "this what I want till grans"

They can nasty judge me to be a transgender,

But they never drag me down cause I'm a fighter,

Be heeds in one's decision, respect my sovrans.



What's the matter if I charm to any gender?

I'm Queer that one in the third gender in border,

I love every beings, first to other third sex,

What's wrong with that? I can just value unisex,

This is me, this my self I'm not offender.



I ne'er charm to any sex, just want be alone,

I contented to be my self only so lone,

That no one can dictate me what am I to do,

I want to tie knot to my vogue with no ado,

I am Asexual that winstand with no one.



We also felt the pain from immoral judgement,

We're also human, we're just third in employment,

This not our choice, but meant to this identity,

How can we resist our self in curiosity?

We just show how true us, but bias so lament.



How can you ease judge your things when you were in scarce,

That's how we love, we give our all, though in disgrace,

Just want to love us back, even we're alike goon,

We can't worth to love, that we're need to first a boon,

It's hurt, but that's the truth that we all need to face.



Sometimes even own family abash with us,

They just like the other folks that see us no class,

How can we be tough if own kin is own critics,

It's so hard to fought without the aid of antics,

But yet tried to win trials solo then surpass.



Through the mend of shadow, my second family,

I really stand, though my own clan take me anxiously,

I fall then pals are there to advice me to rise,

Sometimes it's  good to know your fault with no disguise,

That's what I learn in my chums then do act firmly.
© kyubi3