We Are


Performing this poem at the opening of the Winter Pride Exhibition.

We are water, air and matter.

Blood, bone, sinew and flesh,

Electrical impulses.

We, are dust and ashes.


We’re all the same under our skin,

Bleed the same colour blood,

Cry, happy or sad, salt tears,

We, are special, extraordinary


We’re lucky to be alive, dead lucky.

Hostage to Fate and Fortune,

Gay, Bi, Trans, Non-binary.

We are me, you, them. Us.


We’re the same and different.

Frightened, frail, disillusioned,

Brave, bold and beautiful.

We, are a Community.