Inside my mind is always a jungle.

Am I allowed to love? To exist? To be?
Maybe my reality isn't quite right.

Nobody cares when a dyke is kicked.
Of course they could never feel pain.
Tell me… am I really that worthless?

Am I sinning?

Forget my feelings, all the remarks I endure.
Admonish my complaints.
Grin and bear it, they say.
Go forth and conquer your bullies.
Of course it sounds easy, telling me what to do.
Tell me instead: when I bleed, is it red? Am I just as human as you?