No More Apologies

I am not who you built me to be.

From the womb, I was designed: believer, straight, happy. normal.

And I was sorry to disappoint you,

but I cannot please you at the expense of myself.

I live and breathe and am happy the way I am.

I will not apologize for my own existence.

Not anymore.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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