faced with differences,instead of steppingempathy-forward,we step back into the brambles of othering;hurting, we lash…
my conscience wore your voice,recounting your prejudices as gospel;guilt envenomed my tongue,i drew scars on my skin;until self-preservation…
Actually,Isn’t it Odd,In a weird way,that,Equality,is so,unequally,Uneven?
I’m feeling rather mystifiedRegarding how one identifies
it lives in the spectrum beyond flags
So you thought I was someone else?Well, I am who I am.That’s me,because I am.Not because, I should be.