Why must they hate us?
We only want to be ourselves
To exist honestly
To show who we are
We choose our names
We tell people what to call us
Yet they refuse
They insist that they know better
But they don't
How can anyone know us better than ourselves?
Why must we be afraid
To introduce ourselves
To wear the clothes we want
To have the bodies that make us comfortable
That's all we want
To exist
To be who we are
Why is that so much?
Why?
I will listen
to all of your problems
offer support the best I can
but you must understand
that there will be a point
at which I reach my limits
and I must take care of myself
It is possible
to care for you while caring for me
and I will find that balance
so long as you are fighting your fight too
I will not be the only soldier in your army
I will follow you as long as you lead
I will help you without doing it for you
I will love you while loving myself
For so long
I fell into step
Like a soldier
Marching to a drum
Desperate for acceptance
I chased my warped idea
Of “belonging”
Twisting and changing
Caring so much about
what everyone else wanted
But what
about
me?
I want to paint my nails
to wear a skirt and soft sweater
I want to stare up at the sky
and daydream about magic
I care what you want
But I can't force you to accept me
Instead
I'll do what I love
Because in the end
I love ME
I am here
I am visible
I will be seen
Speaking out
is scary
can get me hurt
ostracized
abandoned
But this is who I am
and I will be me
I will not be silent
No matter how loud I have to be
I will let the world know
that I
EXIST