She

She is she

She cries, though she knows

She has places to go

She laughs, though she knows

She will meet her share of foes

And she will feel her share of woes

But still, she laughs and she sings

She hums as she dreams

For she believes in a world

Where she can be she

And she won’t need a he

And she can let he be he

Or if he likes, he can be she

Where she can love she, and he can love he

And she, and he, and them, and they

Will all be we one of these days