I matter
My call sign could be #nofilter.
Never do I hide what I want to say or what I have to say.
I don’t want to hide what I think
How does that help the world?
My ideas they matter.
Your ideas, they matter too.
When I say Christ loves you to an Atheist it’s because
My ideas matter.
When you tell me God is dead it’s because
Your ideas matter.
I matter, and you matter.
Whether I say you are stupid, the country spends too much, no matter what,
My ideas matter.
I want us all to feel we matter.
The thoughts swirling in my head matter.
The jeans I wear that are loose, to hide a body I despise.
No because it is ugly, but because it is prized.
I hide in big not fitting clothes hoping to not be noticed.
My ideas matter, not my body.
My mind should be the prize, not the appendage.
#nofilter.
Leave my body to me you thirsty asses.
My mind is full of beautiful things.
I think up faraway land, I figure out the reason for chemical equations.
I write papers and poetry, I write stories of my own and fanfics.
I work hard, I get A’s in college classes.
I know my limits, I know who loves me.
I know me, and you never will.
My ideas Matter, so don’t objectify me.
I am not a sex toy. I Matter.
This is me. Without my filter.
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