You grew up under a different sky
One that didn’t ask you
To apologise for your existence
To drop your voice, or your eyes.
One that let you spread your legs
On a train, and your wings
When you were barely old enough
To drive.

My sky was a roof
I had to pay for with compliance
Silence, clenched fists
And the loveliest of smiles.
Yes, you grew up on Mars
And I on Venus
But this generation
Will claim its own ground.