One step, two step, three step,
Four.
Leelah stared at the beaming lights, the allure.
Her chest was empty, despite her living heart,
Which bled the way two lovers’ did, tangibly far apart.
Flat chest, short hair, being a man,
But born to be different, wanting her heart’s plan.
The vehicle approached, a beacon of fairness,
Never going to be a girl, she stepped into its sudden kiss.
For when no one loves you the way you are,
It brings a feeling of emptiness, suicide, and maybe a car.
Her fine features were aglow in the travesty of death,
The white lights hugging against her face, and the rest.
And then came the collision, no scream was heard,
Even in life, no one cared for her desperate words.
But a message is found in most everything,
And Leelah’s is found in the hands of the people who sing,
The Same Song, that her voice did once bring.
No step, once a step, no steps, no more,
Miss the step, want the step, of Leelah Alcorn.
