“There exists a place called Earth, where the battle for equality is far from over.”

If I had been a boy, maybe they would have liked me.
Maybe I would have been accepted—respected, even.
But I was born a girl.
And somehow, my blonde hair, my glowing skin, my warm smile,
and the kindness in my heart became reasons for ridicule.
They call it attention, but it feels like harassment.
They call it teasing, but it feels like abuse.

Sometimes, I wonder…
Was I born wrong?
Or is the world just wrong for making us feel this way?!

“ I don’t know if I will emerge stronger, weaker, or as someone entirely new—but I do know that once again, I face this alone.”

At least the names will always stay,
etched in ink, unchanged, unchanged.
No tide of time, no drift, no day
will shift the echoes once arranged.

They rest within my contracts sealed,
bound to the moments that we knew—
not to the faces time revealed,
but to the souls I journeyed through.

For who they were is who remains,
not who they grew to be, afar.
The past is carved in steady names,
not scattered by the shifting stars.

I feel cold, even when the sun shines,
My body shivers, my heart feels distant,
But my warm tears remind me I’m alive,
A small comfort in the emptiness.

I feel judged, watched by eyes that don’t care,
Their words cut, even when they don’t speak,
But my tears don’t judge me,
They fall quietly, knowing my pain.

I feel like I don’t belong,
Surrounded, but always alone,
Like I’m speaking a language no one understands,
But my tears listen, flowing softly.

I feel weak, tired of pretending,
Exhausted by the weight I carry,
But my warm tears are honest,
They tell the truth I hide.

I feel sick, something heavy inside,
A darkness that drains my strength,
My tears grow cold, losing their warmth,
Reflecting the chill within me.

I feel left behind,
People move on, their lives continue,
I stay stuck, watching them go,
But my cold tears stay with me, loyal in my loneliness.

I feel dead inside,
Empty, numb, nothing left to give,
My tears are dried, no more warmth, no more cold,
Just the silent marks they left behind.