unpublished poem by a youth from Larkin Street Youth Services
*typos and capitalization are [sic]
Seeing I 2 I
to know, think about, and tolerate is one thing
to contemplate, understand, and accept is
Let me put this out there right from the start.
I am me.
No one Else, got it?
And now I just wanna say I am really
starting to get annoyed with this whole
label, label stereotype thing every
one And their Mammas seem
to be rolling with these days.
Do you think what if the whole world went
blind, people would really know who's standing
beside them. Maybe we'd finally look past
appearance, and actually get to know
the people behind the cover
I don't know
I just don't understand
why the world is so fucking judgmental,
Can I just be me?
Can we just be humans together?