Call me a special snowflake
Call me a tranny
Call me a fag
When you do these in public it's honestly not that bad
Where the line gets crossed is when it gets to my space.
In my office
In my home
In my room
I don't mind my family being rude but when they are at my house then I am in more harm
Sure I can hide away but at what cost
In my room I only have a bed.
So as I venture out of a supposed to be safe room into my supposed to feel safe house
Now my body trembles and hands shake
I tiptoe and listen to see if they are near
Because the place that I live should be without
Judgment
Questions
Pain
I shouldn't have to justify who I am over and over again
I should be free to be me and feel okay in a space where I live and should always feel safe
