Poems not done by a pOeT

Is it because...

Is it the way I talk
Or the way I walk into a room
That makes you dislike me so much?

Is it because I'm a woman
Who doesn't hide her body
Nor do i display it?
Is it this that makes you wish I would vanish
From your existence?

Is It because sometimes
I like to kiss boys
And sometimes I like to kiss girls?
Is this the icy on top that that makes you want to push me out the door
And into the cold?

Or is it because my skin beams dark in the face of the sun...
All black and unaltered

Is it because my life is so different from yours
That you'd wish hell on earth upon me
Just to stop me?
To damage what's left of me?
To prevent my flower from ever blooming?
Just to leave me with only death and demise
As my only true friends...