For those who told me

For those who told me I was weak,

I'm afraid to say, you're wrong.

My mind, 

my body,

my voice,

they are not weak because you don't understand them.

They are like a delicate ghost,

untouchable, yet delicate.

They are not yours to take or abuse, 

and most importantly,

they're none of your business.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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