Queer Life

January 25, 2022

My gender identity is not a cry for help. I am not shoving it down your throat.

I need to shout just to be heard, and just to note when I give the knowledge I’m shoved aside

Hear me shout and hear me roar, I have the pride to be myself

We need to make a world where he can be himself she can be herself and they can be themself

I’m tired of fighting when we just need to start loving

We need the acceptance and love we have been denied for so long

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