People who deny
You the chance to act honestly
Often undercut empathy
With the fear of being erased.
To be oneself
Has almost always proved risky,
But it gets frustratingly
Arduous when one’s identities are retraced.
It tears at the nerve
Between confidence and sympathy,
Criticism from complacency
Cutting crosses in your face.
She says she’s afraid
Because her very being is threatened,
She who’s being
By that standard subjugates.
Past your deliberate segregating
Proves tryingly absurd
As you blocked yourself from seeing.
Look at me
Without holding back your feelings
And tell everyone listening
What your posture really means.