We know who we are,
our identities denied
instead telling ourselves
to survive, we must hide.
We echo the lies,
inside of our mind.
Fear keeps us hidden
from more of our kind.
You know who you are.
You are right, so you think.
But still only see
the blue and the pink.
You don't understand
how to exist in between,
and so you deny.
Your belief is obscene.
Our shadows diffuse
the light you have seen.
That's why you crush
our lives in between.
A spectrum exists
From the pink to the blue.
Our lives only challenge
all that you knew.
All of us are equal,
do not hold us behind.
We need to come out now,
please open your mind.
To live our best life
we must cross the divide.
When that right is refused,
too many have died.
About the Creator
Chloe Oosterbeek
Sporadic poet with a whim to write fantasy fiction.
I am a parent to 2 amazing kids, and work part time to support them while they go to school.
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