Imagine being hated for the way you are,

The way you look or who you love,

Or how you praise the one that made us

Or if you praise at all,

By people you’ve never met for reasons

You can’t understand, and we should all condemn.

We call ourselves human, separate from nature

Yet how animalistic we are.

Illusionistic freedom binds our existence,

In a society that fears our differences

When that’s inherently a part of what makes us,


Everything about us is truly a facade,

Head to toe,

Dressed to hide ourselves, fit into the world,

A true oxymoron.

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