You seem like you care
And I know you’re just
trying to help
But…
You’re not
Telling me I’m pretty
Cheering me up with my
favorite treat
Just reminds me that
I’m weak
That I can’t achieve that
That moment
That look
That feeling of freedom
Knowing I’m truly
beautiful
You would never question a
catepillar’s coccoon and its
metapmorphosis
-right?
So what’s the difference with me?
How come I’m told to my face to
never change?
How come I can’t transform?
I’m still the same!
Let me be who I want to be
If a trans or gay can comeout and say it
why can’t I?
Why do I have to carry my
weight?
Why can’t I be a
butterfly?