Only Human
I am a human
I started small
And grew up large
Started thin
And gained my curves
I am a human
I have two strong legs
That carry me
Daily
Across school
Across my journey
Of life
I can count on them
To be there
With every step
To hold me up
I am a human
I have two strong arms
Two beautiful hands
To pick up and carry
To care and to hold
Everything dear to me
And in the pairs
Of my being
I have but one mind
And one heart
Two separate organs
That depend on
One another
That work together
To get me moving
To keep me living
And these two things
Aren’t always strong
Even though
They constantly work
And they make me more
Than just a human
I wasn’t informed
When I was small
That “being human”
That in my nature
I will set myself up
To fail
That being human
I make mistakes
With my two arms
With these two hands
I have let others down
Including myself
I have the blood
Of hearts I've broken
The promises I’ve shattered
Like shards in my mind
Throbbing now and again
A constant reminder
That I’m not
Perfect
I always heard
When I was small
That everyone was different
That I am special
That I am
Dare I say
Unique
But then why is it
That these curves
I’m meant to glorify
I try to justify
To everyone around me
Saying that
“It’s in my genes”
I’m born this way
That being a woman
Having this body
Is a constant burden
Is a constant effort
To maintain
That being human
Means being different
But be different
Within these standards
I am a human
With one head
And one heart
That make me more
Than just a human
They make me think
And make me love
Differently
That these thoughts
And emotions
Aren’t the same
That loving girls
Loving women
And their curves
Their bodies
And their souls
Is wrong
That I’m not the same
Human being
As the basic
Majority
That loving her is wrong
Showing her
That I love her
Is wrong
That the rainbow colors
Of my blood
Have to remain
Within my veins
And not bleed out
Because no one
Wants to know
My pain
Of being gay
Of being a
“Homosexual” human being
That wants to do
Homosexual things
With the woman
Of my dreams
So if you have to
Put a label on my back
To fit me in
Some little category
That best defines
The make up of my being
Call me a human
Because as a human
I make mistakes
I am not perfect
I started small
And grew up big
Was thin
But grew into my curves
Have two strong legs
And two strong arms
A developing mind
And a developing heart