The storm is coming,
and I will not run.
I will stand my ground,
for I will be the sun.

In fact the storm was already here,
but for me it has only just begun.

This storm is the same,
it brings with it hate.
That different is a sin,
and we should all be straight.

The world is so arrogant,
people are yet to change.
I am merely myself,
why do you act so strange.

One day we can move forward,
where we all connected.
Moving forward together,
as different is respected.