We’re Not Broken

We're 

broken,

they tell us,

trapped in small minds.

So if they knew

that we once thought the same

(and that some of us still do),

weeping and begging and wanting

to just, for once, be normal, (like them), 

they would laugh and laugh and begin hunting.  

But we're the furthest things from broken;

it's those people who need some mending - 

those who will not hesitate to

make our lives a living hell.

So please do not worry,

my little siblings;

we are perfect,

and we are

queer; so,

live.