i am concealing myself

veiling my personality from reality

immersing myself into the deep ocean of guilt

this is an everlasting pain

a sting that feels like a iron weight hanging by a chain

bringing me disdain from the burdens of my kin

as if everything i am is a sin

as if everything i was was a clone

as if everything i am has changed

the only thing that has changed is how i view myself

how i assert my well-being

but how would they know

they don’t

they don’t know of my struggles with my gender

my struggles with my religion

they have no idea about all the prejudice against me

because they aren’t me

they aren’t forced to come out of a closet from which they were born in

they aren’t forced to apply mask after mask of societal straightness

they aren’t forced to do anything other than be straight, because society accepts them

but society does not fully accept me.

even on a more minuscule level is how my community sets me apart

considering me an outcast

putting me on full blast

after telling me that i should consult a therapist

because of who i am and what i represent

they wish to change me

they value white privilege over ethnic diversity

they value strategic passive segregation while trying to promote unity

these are only few of their acts to unify the ones they separated

it seems as if they’re too late

too concentrated on how a religion effects their point of view

rather than how their morality effects who they choose is fit

as if the ones who fit the mold

are the ones who must grind and grit at their teeth

when they are wrong

they don’t know that we have clenched fists

self-harm marks

emotional bruises after being told that they are not wanted

the society we live in tells us that it’s ok to be different

but this is so hypocritical

as the same society allows for the discrimination against those who are different

because they themselves think that they are open-minded

their open minds only lend them to simply tolerate us

but their brains are so stuck in the past that the prejudice induced by the previous generations grow roots

they sense as if they have an urge to change us

an urge so counterbalanced by the fact that society is telling them to be accepting

i know most of these people won’t change

most of them will barely even see eye to eye

but i think it’s time where we close the doors on the past

where we are intentionally blind of their hate

and we grow from it

because a revolution is coming

and we’re about to make history.