My Love

the most precious of all endeavors
is taunted before me
my attempts to pursue a basic human condition
are severed
my flesh betrays me
beauty’s beast feasts upon my open wounds
devouring all hope of belonging
eyes persecute the one perfect thing i have
my love
the only purity I am allowed to conceive
in my head
what I cannot hide….
is the me inside
the me I did not choose
but here I am, same as you
screaming silently to not offend
carrying my love for him

by P.M. Rocha

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