To Those Who Last Accepted Us
Here is a poem to the people who last
accepted us. Our love lasted for the
longest until you succumbed to
their non-stop stereotyping.
Like parents, you told us
you accepted our ways,
but now you are
hoping this is
just a phase.
Selling us
pretty lies, hoping
we won’t break. Well,
let me tell you: we are not
broken beings. We are not stuck
in a hazy daze, confused by reality
and what we make. Your plans for us
are now clear: you want to take out our tongues
until all we can do is hear your slurs, rejecting ourselves.
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