What's Normal?

People say it's inappropriate
They say it's just not right
They frown and the point
Some tend to fright

When we go out
We get immature glares
We get nasty words
People's tempers flare

I don't understand
Why we must be 'normal'
We must be straight
Perfect and Formal

Hands will hold
Lips will touch
There's no different in gender
Or color, religion and such

We have grown in technology
We can kill each other in a million ways
Yet we must love in only one?
This is so sad to say

For now our lives
Are filled with old thoughts
Prejudice values
Inequality will be fought.