Column B says I’m that,
But both columns have crumbled,
So I guess that I’m just flat.
🏳️🌈
When the shape of my existence
doesn’t match the mold
you’ve carved out for me?
You tell me to blend in,
to be quieter,
softer,
smaller -
something easier for you to stomach.
But even when I try,
I’m still too much for you.
Too loud.
Too visible.
Too queer.
When the shape of my existence
doesn’t match the mold
you’ve carved out for me?
You tell me to blend in,
to be quieter,
softer,
smaller -
something easier for you to stomach.
But even when I try,
I’m still too much for you.
Too loud.
Too visible.
Too queer.
Cold precision, what they show.
They tally gains, they count the loss,
But never feel the weight, the cost.
Though data speaks in measured tone,
Its voice is steel, it stands alone.
For what it misses, pure and true:
Numbers have no soul. People do.
Cold precision, what they show.
They tally gains, they count the loss,
But never feel the weight, the cost.
Though data speaks in measured tone,
Its voice is steel, it stands alone.
For what it misses, pure and true:
Numbers have no soul. People do.
Fear is what u create inside your mind of the unknown. Take this weekend to live love and embrace each moment 💜
Fear is what u create inside your mind of the unknown. Take this weekend to live love and embrace each moment 💜