Oppressed
and scorned,
like a kid told to sit in the corner,
face the wall,
don’t speak to anyone.
‘Reflect on what you’ve done.’
Except,
we haven’t done anything
other than live and breathe.
Condemned to the ‘dark side’ of life
simply for being
‘different.’
It hurt.
It hurts.
But, with that pain
comes a corresponding capacity to express love
to everyone–
harder,
deeper,
more intense.
Like the broken biscuits in the box,
in pieces,
we have more to give
-the ability to love
everyone.
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