Hate envelops itself in an aura,
Seen by those who have not experienced suffering.
Bigotry, the darkest of all,
Distorts the truth with every look.
You could meet their gaze and say,
"I am transgender," clearly and honestly,
But they would distort and manipulate it,
Mold you to fit their narrow perspective.
For they do not value life,
Nor the hearts that beat around them.
They care for nothing but themselves,
Their opinions, their distorted view.
It is sickening, this poison they choose,
To hate what they refuse to see,
Blind to the beauty of being free,
Lost in the darkness of their cruelty.