It doesn’t matter that I was abused.
It doesn’t matter that I was hurt and broken
That my life was a series of suicidal thoughts.

What does matter is a microscopic biological connection
One strand of DNA has taken my rights to humanity
My right to be respected and loved.
My right to privacy. To freedom. To stand up for what I believe.

With one drop of blood, my right to care and affection is taken away
I am no longer given the opportunity to love myself
I can no longer defend myself against insults and accusations
I am told that my life is meaningless, worthless

I have cried oceans of tears
Overcome waves of self doubt

I have hated myself,
Felt that I deserved to die

But
It doesn’t matter