This world lacks voices
of those
scared to speak out.
Our main weapon
forcibly taken away from us
due to fear.
Fear,
a weapon of war
few have the power to escape;
my boyfriend is scared to
walk down the streets holding my hand
due to the overwhelming
possibility of attack
or stares,
can't even walk down the street
in a skirt
without death glares,
since the hair on my face seems not to align with what
genitals people think should be hidden under it.
Why is it that young queers are forever silenced
from speaking their mind, embracing themselves
or even just finding a friend to be open with,
A luxury that
so many lack.
My ability to function in society
should have nothing to do, with who I love,
or what I have downstairs;
for one thing is certain:
I will survive.