What if the first breath you took was already a rebellion?
In my first months, I learned the truth;
words spoken to suppress.
Many abused their privilege,
using force to oppress.
I believed when told I’m wicked;
a life of tortured lies.
Heterosexist chains bound;
smoke-filled words to survive.
My life offended the holy;
suffocated at birth.
Bred as an abomination;
smashed my face in the dirt.
Voices whispered uneasy truths;
to release my held breath.
Vile images travelled the world;
ravaged minds saw my death.
—H, born into a world that wanted me gone
