What I'd want for Christmas is something of an impossible task,

I'd wish for my grandfather to have more time before he'd pass.

I'd wish for my stillborn cousin to have a chance at life,

I'd wish that my uncle wasn't cheated on by his wife.

I'd wish that my arm wasn't broken by the kid who hated the gays,

I'd wish my great grandfather didn't have to suffer from everlasting pain for the rest of his days.

I'd wish that I could banish this suffocating depression,

I'd wish that so many people in the world didn't suffer from oppression.

I'd wish that I wasn't constantly locked into lockers at school,

I'd wish that my best friend hadn't broken her neck after falling off of a stool.

I'd wish I wasn't currently trapped in class and being continuously made fun of for my sexuality,

I'd wish that the world could finally find peace; achieve equality.

But, of course, there's no way these wishes would ever be granted,

I'm a fool for wishing; I'm a fool for hoping.