While lost in the dream of immense freedom,
I didn’t see you slither into my life.
You hijacked my struggle, my grief,
feeding on my pain—rancid parasite.
I had a sense of the deceit you hid
lurking behind the mask you still parade.
Sharing space with the enemy,
your slur—my ceaseless derogation.
Just another attempt to oppress me,
but I flew beyond mere labels.
I never let you muzzle and erase,
unlike you, I burn pure sexuality.