Phase

The moon has phases, but my sexuality does not. However, I will not take your ignorance as an insult. Your ignorance is a compliment. Every time you say that it is "just a phase" you are asking what stage of life I am in. You are questioning if I am a waxing crescent, about to show my self. Or if I am waning gibbous, coming down from a high of being myself and living for me. You ask how am I, a misspoken phrase you were not aware you even said. You say I am the moon, a celestial body of the heavens. You say I am a goddess, shrouded in darkness yet the only light that can show you the way. You say I am a god, a warrior willing to fight the sun just to show my face even though you all sleep through it. I know you will not see me. Just as the dark side of the moon is not visible I will shy away from your human hatred. Your hatred is almost as big as the moon, the full 14.6 million square footage. I will not let affect me for I am the moon. I am a god, I am a goddess. More powerful than you will ever believe. But you can't believe in much, do you? I mean why should you, you can't even believe that it's not just a phase.