I have heard the stories
I listened with open heart
My eyes with tears did glisten
and this is just the start.
Why is it bad to ask Questions?
Why is bad to try to understand?
Why does asking questions make you a bigot?
Why must some things be accepted offhand?
Why do my questions declare me ‘Anti-‘?
And is ‘anti-‘ always bad?
Why do my questions make me phobic?
And cause others to feel mad?
Why is there only One Way?
And who gets to decide which it is?
Why must that way be the One?
And discussing it causes a tsk?
Why are Questions so wrong
When ‘informed consent’ is expected?
It seems I’m not meant to decide
And my thoughts are not respected.
My heart is open, so is my mind,
But simply for asking Questions
I am declared anti, phobic or terf
and accused of causing oppressions,
I want to understand, so I ask
I want freedom to decide
I want to live in a peaceful world
Where differences exist side by side
There is No One Way, this I know
Though some things are Right, others Wrong
In the broad grey areas between
Is where the Decisions belong.