Them
On the tidal mud, just before sunset, Stood a child, bored as could be, that child stared at the sunset, wanting to be free They wanted to inhabit a realm beyond, a realm where, no matter your size, your gender, who you love, your color, you were free free to be them because they felt alone unaccepted, tired, sad, but nobody could help them because they were a them
This poem is about:
Me