*"They Called It Wrong"* 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
They told me to be quiet in the room I was born in,
to fold my name until it fit in their pockets.
Said "love" like it was a crime scene,
and "me" like it was a mistake they had to correct.
I learned early how doors sound when they close slowly.
How prayers can be used like knives.
How "for your own good" can taste like exile.
How eyes can look right through you and call it holiness.
They drew lines in the sand and called it tradition.
Drew lines through my heart and called it protection.
Told me God was too small to hold all of me.
Told me the world was too fragile for my joy.
So I carried shame that wasn’t mine.
Carried silence like a second skin.
Carried the weight of being the lesson,
the warning, the headline, the "other."
But here’s what they don’t tell you:
Harsh words don’t unmake a person.
Rejection doesn’t delete a soul.
And cruelty, no matter how loud,
can’t outsing the truth living in my chest.
We still here.
Still soft.
Still stubborn.
Still choosing color in a world that asked me to be gray.
Still loving, still laughing, still building tables
where no one has to beg for a seat.
They treated me harshly.
They did not break me.
# We are happy though we are not accepted for who we are, being lgbtq is in our blood veins 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
