Thanks, you said
For being an ally
You meant well
But I felt invisible

My marriage status
Plain, vanilla clothes
And natural appearance
Fueled your assumptions

This Pride month
Must I don rainbows
Or shave my head
To gain acceptance?

When will diversity
Be so universal
That I can truly be myself
Without being mislabeled?

Heaps of love
Stored midst my heart
Keenly awaits you my angel
To shower upon you
All the love and care
I had been yearning to give…

You are God’s Gift for me
For the tears I have shed…

Now  

I bow before God
With all humbleness
Holding in my hands the invaluable treasure
He has given me, in your form..
To be blessed with eternal love and peace..

Love You my Angel
Love You my Princess
Love You my Ally!!

I’m obsessed with fictional characters.
There’s just something about knowing nothing’s real,
and having the solace that any misfortune
goes away when you close the page,
and any joy you can take with you on your day.

On days like today, I need that.
I need to jump into a book,
to pretend like my world isn’t real,
like those that want to hurt the ones I love aren’t real,
that this hate, and injustice, and fear
is all just a figment of my imagination.

I shouldn’t beg for a fictional dictator to materialize into my world.
I shouldn’t believe that someone who was written to be evil
is better than those living.
But I do.

Because how can people be this evil.
How can there be this much hate?
How can people hurt others,
for what?
What do they gain by putting others down?
What do they gain by making the world a worse place?

…I don’t have an answer,
and I don’t think I want to know one.
All I know is that I’m going to keep fighting.
Today, and always,
until those I love, and those I will never get a chance to meet
have the same rights as everyone else.
Until the world is a place I want to live in.
Until the world is so perfect, it’s almost fictional.
Until I don’t want to leave.

I need a strong yin
to rein me in
to be by my side
kicking my shin
when I need to restrain
my under their skin
to pull me out of my dive
and control my fast spin

it's then that my watson,
my bucky, my tonto
comes into their own
and suppresses my ego
So don't go when I strut
when I trigger disgust
just stand by my yang
and balance me up

I want you to talk to me
But you're shutting me out
Like the world does with impending doom

But do you think that it's helping
Cause if you do, I bet you've doubt
You're not the only person in this expanded room

I'm here, waiting, with my arms open wide
When you come to me, and I comforted you, don't be surprised
I only want you to feel love, joy, and cared for

I will never leave you to fight the battle alone
Because I've been living in this world as a ghost all on my own
I am forever your best friend, and I am your ally in this war.

I can't stop myself from
taking this.
I know it's bad,
but I simply can't resist.
My hand
           s h  a k  e s
as I reach for more.
Should I be doing this?
I think as I count...
one, two, three, four.
It rushes over me,
like a wave in the sea.
It feels so good;
this deadly thing that I took.
Sure, plenty before me have died,
but to my parents I could lie.
It's not like they'd ever find out;
I think right before I blackout.
Would they ever come look for me
in this ally?
Or would I just die,
right here, right now,
lonely?
I faint before I can finish my thought.
I felt nothing; naught.
I lie in that ally
for what felt like years.
All until a someones appears.
I hear them talking,
it all sounds very faint.
They try to save me,
but it's just
too late.