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”