so simple in the way you think
the blandest of palettes would find it abhorrently empty
devoid of real meaning but intense in your deposition
i ask that you look at what you say
and think about if that truly means anything to me
my temperament does not need work
as a trans person, my looks mean nothing
your ideals are different than mine
and it's a much more coarse perspective you view others
take a look at the grains that make them up
instead of the rock that they came from
or the outside of their being
you're insolent, find yourself once again
and remove those particles that make
your thoughts anything past that, useless notions
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
