I met you, truth, back in my hands.
Facing my fears, harmless, guarding my uncomfortable authenticity.
Unconscious of a thousand of biases,
everywhere I go, they're driving me fool,
always finding myself, lost within my soul.
Between people in their surroundings,
I feel my words slipping away.
You are so beautiful, truth,
Eyes shutting, why can't they see you?
Victorious swordswoman, in the oblivion of history,
A race of impulses, I bet I can't win.
Compassion, stuck on the ground,
Stand up, a gun in my face,
My run stop here,
Integration never ending,
It's pretending to lose, you.
Embracing the untruth of a capital led-society,
behind the media, happiness,
far from my view,
underground hiding, I dream a world of utopian,
lights on please, I can see down deep,
where the truth our souls keep.
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INTEGRATION MADNESS
PoetryThree poems that delve into my personal journey as a transgender and neurodivergent individual navigating a neurotypical world while breaking free from social constructions.