March 10, 2021.
A wayward boomerang that keeps coming back again and again
A blushed face but from rage
A wounded animal from breaking out of it’s cage
Something like that, maybe
Its a funny thing to hear people talk about identity
When we are all just incomplete puzzles anyway
But to hear someone be offended about someone’s pride
That’s the cherry on top of internal strife
And if it urks you,
when someone holds a puzzle piece a little tighter
Realize it’s because that puzzle piece was missing once before
Community and acceptance is something that becomes your core
What strength there is in numbers
What ease I feel when I see a rainbow pin on a jacket
What recognition I feel after a life in a closet
What inner demons do you have that makes you think this a problem
You can whine we are all humans
And that none of this is a big deal
You can bury suffering you’ve never felt
You can hide under the cloak of color blind
Me being trans is not the most interesting thing about me
It makes up so little of my personality
But I’m allowed to show my pride, my scars, and live my life openly
It’s part of my identity and I won’t hide it so you can sit comfortably
Claim you have thick skin when you seem like a delicate snowflake
A wayward boomerang that keeps coming back again and again to argue
A blushed face that should be embarrassed
A wounded animal with it’s tail between it’s legs
Something like that, maybe
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2021-03-11 at 03:43
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I must be some sort of delicate snowflake with tough skinA wayward boomerang that keeps coming back again and again
A blushed face but from rage
A wounded animal from breaking out of it’s cage
Something like that, maybe
Its a funny thing to hear people talk about identity
When we are all just incomplete puzzles anyway
But to hear someone be offended about someone’s pride
That’s the cherry on top of internal strife
And if it urks you,
when someone holds a puzzle piece a little tighter
Realize it’s because that puzzle piece was missing once before
Community and acceptance is something that becomes your core
What strength there is in numbers
What ease I feel when I see a rainbow pin on a jacket
What recognition I feel after a life in a closet
What inner demons do you have that makes you think this a problem
You can whine we are all humans
And that none of this is a big deal
You can bury suffering you’ve never felt
You can hide under the cloak of color blind
Me being trans is not the most interesting thing about me
It makes up so little of my personality
But I’m allowed to show my pride, my scars, and live my life openly
It’s part of my identity and I won’t hide it so you can sit comfortably
Claim you have thick skin when you seem like a delicate snowflake
A wayward boomerang that keeps coming back again and again to argue
A blushed face that should be embarrassed
A wounded animal with it’s tail between it’s legs
Something like that, maybe
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 438 times
Written on 2021-03-11 at 03:43
Tags Lgbt Transgender Pride
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