I don't belong
I never was
very strong
give me another just cause
give me something to fight for
give me a song to adore
a never ending facade
things too difficult to say
hiding from the truth
too hard to bother to try
a marching call for wasted youth
just a cliche phrase to abide by
lots of pretty lies
transgender battle cries
ciscentric culture
erases communities
just trying for some closure
wearing nothing but band tees
life outside the binary
we don't exist
because it's too scary
yet, we still persist
-her name was Leelah
but life gets too hard
so many of us can't make it
culture has come so far
but we live afraid
too soon we meet the grave
YOU ARE READING
Her Name Was Leelah
SachbücherA poem in memory of Leelah Alcorn, I wrote it on her birthday, but couldn't post it until now, the anniversary of her death. **if you're having suicidal thoughts don't hesitate to reach out or to call- nationwide american suicide hotline: 1-800-273...
