Vocal chords won't do
My head is full of residue
Stuffed with anger, confusion
Must I remain voiceless?
There is no good news anymore
The pain is applied tenfold upon the innocent
Yet the world cares no more
The words of the media are numbing to our senses
Voiceless I remain
I have no domain to speak of what's to be contained
I stand above the cliff waiting to see what lies on the ground
Maybe then I'll be found
The world eats me alive
I know and hear of what's done to people like me
and people like you
I could be targeted, you could be targeted
Who knows why this is done. Our past is repeated on a wheel and I can only steal little bits of news
News that is just news
Means something right?
Yet we remain voiceless
At the mercy of our killers
At the mercy of our enemies
Hoping someday, everyday,
"It won't be me
It will be you."
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Thoughts of an Aspiring Gentleman
Non-FictionWritings on transgender issues, experiences, and other things I feel
