asexuality, Poetry


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.