Change is a Reality
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Growing up, change is simple
your shoes, your dress, your drawing
an eraser can fix mistakes on paper,
and soap can fix them on your skin
but neither rubber nor petroleum ever could erase shame
to transition from child to teen to adult knowing
hearing that who you are is not only wrong
but vile
disgusting
an abomination
those things are permanent, more so than any mark
any stain or stroke of pen
instead it is a stroke of blade
cutting the comfort straight from your core
but change, is a reality
change who you are, no matter how deep it runs
even medicine can change your skin
and if it can change something so genetically physical,
well can’t your mind be changed as well?
You try to tell them it’s never that easy.
If you could change this, this of all things you would
After all a change in you must be easier than changing the world
easier than changing each and every crowded hallway that seems to spawn hatred like a nest of snakes.
Instead of the change they ask for you change other aspects
your shoes, your pants, your painting
those things are easy, they are right
and slowly you realize that
change is a reality
It is not your habits and love that are wrong
but them
the hallways that create rumors and lies
are just as poisonous to themselves as they are to anyone else who falls victim
those snakes will eat their own tail
and consume their own death
Change is a reality
one day people will greet each other like kin
instead of warring kingdoms
and they will not ask you to change
because they will accept you for who you have always been