I'm more than what you make of me.
For instance, you see flesh, when I'm stars.
You see stretch marks, I see scars that
explain well the path I've been on
With kindness, I'm blessed, even messed
up in the head, I am words that announce
my presence silent or out loud,
and I'm not at fault when you can't feel it and
listen. I'm queer, I'm proud, you write ******
on my face while you're looking down
on me but I've only got smiles when I look up.
You, are ******, beyond me, beyond belief,
so maybe this is my peace.