The Irony of Life
Life can be so cruelI don’t know what to do.Crumbling in a broken world, holding on to nothing but my mind.Looking forward to living my truth, but I’m being surrounded by the lies of the day, echoing “you’re not perfect”,
My Country Hates Me
I call myself JAYDAR Coined out from the word GAYDAR I am rainbow But my country wants it green and white I am colored but my colors are not accepted I was born with no shape and no lines But
Power to Her
Every morning she rises Rises to another day Another day of rejection Another day in the closet She opens her eyes Gazing into an empty space She exhales and tells herself Josephine, you are gonna be fine Everything will fall
