I believed when he said I am wicked;
A lifetime of held breath and tortured lies.
There appeared no way to open my heart –
I mixed my words with smoke just to survive.
My existence offended the holy;
Forced me to suffocate my breath at birth.
Mother’s womb housed an abomination –
A thousand stones smashed my face in the dirt.
Within my first few months, I learned the truth;
Words would be used against me to oppress.
The majority used their privilege –
Forced me to deny my need to express.
The soft voices whispered uneasy truths;
The time had come to release my held breath.
The images of hate travelled the world –
Ravaged minds realised their views were dead.
After a lifetime of holding my breath,
the world spun to the minority beat.
My chains fell upon heterosexists –
And for the first time I breathed on the street.