This is not a poem.
I am not a lullaby
Nor a childhood monster
I am untaught
Unseen

Uncaught

You can never bring me down.
Though you try
I overcome it all
The hate
The violence
Mindsets of a bygone era

If I should fall
Another will take my place
We
Are
Endless.

We exist in the hidden places
You do not see us.
Yet we are rising
And we will be beyond restraint
by the time you finally deign to see us
As anything but your inferiors
Abnormal
QUEER.
This is not a poem.
This is a war cry.