Where do we go
To see ourselves
When all that's
Deemed worthy
Are whistles and bells?

Where do we go
To belong somewhere
Surrounded by others
Who stand back
And stare?

Where do we go
To celebrate us
When society says
We just aren't
Enough?

Where do we go
To feel at ease
To breathe in deep
To feel at peace?

Where do we go
To feel affirmed
To be heard and seen
Not lessons
To be learned?

Where do we go
To grieve and weep
Knowing the secret
He had to
Keep?

Where do we go --
In truth, we don't
We're here now
And so
We won't.

Not invisible
We are right here
And we will never
Disappear.