The bells that toll are not for you;
Neither Christian, Jahova, Muslim or Jew.
The beliefs that are yours lay hidden in plain view.

A nod, or a smile from passers by on the street,
A seeming affirmation... they suppose you are sweet.
If they only knew what lay hidden inside, a Lesbian Buddhist brimming with pride.
A pride that remains solidly locked away, for if they question your Mala,
or dare you let it slip that you’re gay....

Their faces turn cold as they brush you aside.
This once “beautiful girl” becomes so disgusting and sordid.
“I can’t believe her” behind her back is retorted.

Yet they say you are free, as their chains drag you down.
They say you are welcome, before you come crashing down.
With awe and dismay they watch you stumble to the ground.

No the bells that toll are just not for you.
“She needs to be saved” is overheard in plain view.
You swallow deeply and gaze at the sky.
If they are ones who can hate...then who am I?