True Colors

Demons have affected me

They even have names

They tainted the view that I see

But even they, I can't blame. 

 

I have Trump pointing a finger at my gender

As if being a woman is a threat

But I have inspiring women as my defender

I guess the power we have makes him sweat.

 

I have racists pointing a finger at my mixed color

Confused as to why I am here

But I bring many smiles and intelligence

I guess jealousy wants me to disappear.

 

I had Bulimia destroying my self esteem

Screaming "you're not skinny enough"

But even through the darkness, I beamed

I guess my recovery just exemplified tough.

 

I have people pointing at my sexuality

Cursing my blood for being bisexual

But even I fight through the brutality 

I guess my strength was quite effectual

 

I had friends turn their backs and leave

Loyalty never runs deep in this generation

But even now, there are great friends I receive

I guess my life just wanted frustration.

 

I used to only care about who took my toys

I used to fall asleep to my mother's lullabies

Now, all I hear is this negative noise

All I see is sadness in people's eyes. 

 

I am exhausted, and I am infuriated

To see our country full of hate

However my heart today is not deflated

Because I know it is not everyone's fate

 

I push those fingers away

Because my character has the power to do so

The whole world, they must weigh

 

For a girl to still have love for those who bring hate

She looks into them and sees light

Because past their demons, she sees faith

A dark story turning into bright

 

The girl I am today is shaped because of my demons

My hardships define the person I need to be

A girl that slays through today's hardships

And one that is not defined by her gender

Although I am a woman, it does not make me any less of a inspiration

Although I am mixed, it does not make me any less of an eligible member

Although I am bisexual, it does not make me less of a human

Although I exist, it does make me less of a person

I should not let a person or a thing define me as "not capable of anything".

I will not. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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