We are the ones.

The ones who piece each other back together when all is said and done.

And even when the pieces are put back together, sometimes, we still know no peace.

To all the faggots, the fairies, the pillow princesses and the poofters

I choose you.

To all the bull-dykes, the tomboys, the he-shes and the she-hes,

I choose you.

To all the sissies, the LBs, the femme queens and the butch queens, 

I choose you.

To all those who are a disgrace and bring shame upon their family name,

I choose you.

I choose you for daring to exist.

I choose you for daring to resist.

I choose you for living and loving authentically.

I choose you for simply allowing yourself to just be.

YOU are the family that I choose because we are the Blessing and the Blessed.

There is joy in our contradictions.

There is hope in our suffering.

There is exaltation in our laments.

For we are The Chosen Ones.