I am me.
Different from you;
different from all.
Just because stereotypes exist, doesn’t mean I am them all.
Look through me.
See that I have a heart
and it breaks when I am judged by you.
See that I have a brain
that stores my thoughts and what’s uniquely me
and tries not to judge you as you do me.
We’re cut in different shapes but from the same cloth
while I was left in the sun to fry, you were sheltered from the storm.
We’re still connected to the source just featured in different forms.
Look at me!
not what you think I should be or who you wish I would be.
I have nothing to prove but deserve not to fear being me.
1 thought on “Give me a chance”
you actually remind me enough of someone i was very happy to know.
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