Why fear the dark
when you can become its night?
Take up your blade—
let your truth shine in its gleam.

Wear each scar
as a medal of your strength,
and let the echoes of doubt
fade into the silence.

Close your eyes, breathe deep—
in the dewy hush of morning,
feel the wild freedom of unbound hair,
a quiet rebellion against every label.

Boy, girl, or the soul in between—
your body is a canvas
of resilience and luminous truth,
an artful ode to who you truly are.

- Harley (He/They)