You called me a ***** from my first breath.

Extenuating circumstances were but a detail; extenuating being - nonexistent.

This sheltered child that just wanted love and knew no better.
This sheltered
— gay— ******* girl —
wanted acceptance and found it in her abyss.

Where her quirks were labeled earned her outcast. Lines up her calves. Feelings of something other than the terror that ensued.

Listen to your mother - she’ll tell you your worth - a list of pros and cons - calls to the cops - but is it worth her gaze ?
Moms busy in the bathroom.
Were you ready to be a parent so soon?

They see the lines - they smell the cigarette dreams. Do they see your drowning? Do they hear your screams?