Not Our Fault

Who are we really when we are shut out of the world.

Not even allowed a bathroom break.

Why are we set aside and over looked.

Jobs, college acceptances, name changes.

None of which we haven't gotten the descrimination set aside.

They feed off of our misfourtune. 

Ladies get their suffrage as a man does,

But where does ours lie?

Suffrage for the man who born a woman or the woman born a man.

Where is the freedom without hesitation.

The household wiuth judgment.

Who are you to say what is wrong and what is right.

The bible doesn't say being an asshole is holy.

Those who were born in the wrong body are blamed.

Blamed for what? 

Mother made us, we did not choose.

Why must we be punished for her mistake.

World so hateful.

Lives lost early.

No one's fault, but their own they say.

When will it not be blamed?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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