tread lightly,
here it's all thin ice,
tiptoe past judgements,
cast your eyes downward,
don't look them in the eye.
Head down.
Hurry past.
Do not speak or breathe.
Pretend you aren't here,
and you know one day
it will be true,
they think they know you.
How can they possibly hate you
more than you hate yourself?
when did it happen?
When did we forget?
When did we stop believing?
I want to believe in lost words,
but most of all,
can I believe in you?
Because I want to.
do you know who you are?
I know.
Do you know who I am?
They think they know.
Stand tall.
Hold up your head,
meet their gaze.
Today, we shatter
the stigma.
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