the ones that get it
are far and few between
but at least they are
exactly as they seem
the ones that try to get it
often fail in their attempt
and the wrongness in their trying
is only sometimes apparent
the ones that think their right
are a dime a dozen to find
and only a few of those
feign they're broader of mind
then there are the righteous
that instruct on who is right
they irk the kindest of souls
and make us all want to fight
In the end I count on one hand
people near and dear to me
that see what I see
and accept who I be
Perhaps my luck in life
Is to have more than one
Who tells me being myself is right
and their judgement is wrong.