To a special person...

"Dyke!"

A descriptor all too familiar.

Sometimes, I hear this alias so often

I forget my own name.

"God hates you!"

So what if he does?

Life has always been a mere struggle

Because of you.

"You're nothing special, deserve no rights!"

Special I'm not, of course, I'm aware.

But of course, we're obviously both not human,

So in your eyes, I'm nothing.

"Stop rubbing your lifestyle in my face!"

Will do, indeed.

For my 'lifestyle' is already practically nonexistent everywhere

But for within the news.

"Burn in He-"

Stop.

I've had enough

Of your little and belittling insults.

It's as if

You live your life to chase me

And ensure that my life

Is smothered.

You're nothing but a snobbish

Person who only cares

For themselves 

And themselves only.

I will no longer sit and wait

For you to break my mentality,

For you to break my bones,

For you to break me.

I am human, after all,

And so are you.

Why can't you understand that?

Why must you hurt me?

Why must you disgrace my existence,

Because I wish to be me

Without fear

Of being hurt?

Oh please, I beg for an answer,

Why am I less human

Than you seem

To be?

I wish to be treated fairly,

Because, after all...

We're all a little

Homosapien.