I am not the type to get emotional
but it hurts when you say
all humans were created for sex
that romance is the purpose
for us being thrust upon this forsaken Earth
I am not the type to need constant reassurance
I can get by on my own
But it hurts when you tell me that’s wrong
that I should need someone
that humans need a body
to touch to kiss to love
if they are to be healthy and whole
I am not the type to cry out Justice for myself
though I will fight for you any day
but tonight it aches, rends me, destroys
my hope that one day you will see me
as human
Maybe I’m just not your type.
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