Give me your tired,

Your poor,

Your huddled mass,

Yearning to be free

By releasing all you acquired

In your quest to be you,

Immune to the sneers and retorts

Of those deficient in compassion.

Guts and gumption brought you here,

And with guts and gumption you shall go

With the knowledge that

Courage carried you

To what I ran from in fear…

Oh, you won, my friend!

Your legacy of acceptance

Teaches a lesson in self-love—

No berating sorrows,

No syndrome of regrets…

Be at peace—it’s ok…