I can hear your whispers

Your stares and glares

As I shiver and quiver

Does it satisfy your soul when you look down on me and make me feel like a hollow pit?

Yes you spit, you bite and you hide

Making me feel like a disgrace in my own home when all I wanted was space in my own comfort

Why do I have to be stigmatize for being a queer black women?

We are already treated inhuman because of the color of our skin

That doesn’t define us, for we are divine

I thought my smile could change the world but I had to run an extra mile with sore wounds, words that cut deeper than a knife

Could I revive? Was this my life?

I dream of a world full of sunshine and flowers with no covers of who you truly are

But I guess my dream is shattered and scattered on the floor

My heart breaks as I walk out of the door

My heart is sore

Please help me breathe, so I have a better life to live

“LETS MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE”

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