I am me.
You are you.
I don't judge who you are,
So why do you
Judge me?
I may look differnt than what I say, but can't you
Trust
Me?
Can't you listen?
Can't you hear?
Not that name.
Not that
Pronoun.
Just listen to me.
Listen to who
I
Am.
This body is not mine. This body is a
Trap,
A prison.
Yours may be an
Open sky,
Cool and breezy,
But I'm suffocating in this
Greenhouse
I call a body.
❤️A note from the mind of Horror❤️- #LGBTQA+
Don't hate people for silly things like gender and sexuality. Everyone is free to be who they want, and free to love who they want. 😉
Also, sorry if free verse poems aren't your thing. I promise I'll write more poems with rhyme schemes soon.
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
