I feel as if no one respects me
They don't respect me because I am a "they"
Sometimes I feel like a boy,
Sometimes I feel like a girl,
Sometimes neither,
Sometimes a combination of genders.
People love me.
I acknowledge the fact that people know that I am attractive.
I choose not to act upon it
Because I know they don't care, in the long run, about ME
They only care about my face
I have a heart of gold,
A soul of black,
A mind of obsidian,
And a body of flesh and blood
I am human,
And people don't respect me because of that fact.
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A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
