I am made of the same stardust as you.
The bones in my body, the veins that pulse with life,
Are no different from the roots of a tree,
Yet your eyes harden when I speak my truth.
What is it you fear?
Is it the unfamiliar shape of my love,
The way it bends and curves in ways you cannot comprehend?
Yet, love is not yours to decide, nor to define.
I walk this earth with the same steps as you,
But my path winds differently,
Still, it leads me to where the heart calls home.
We are human—don’t deny me that.
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