I’ll Say It: I Hate Our President

I’ll say it: I hate our president

All my life, people have written me off as

“different”

“possessed” and

“antisocial”

And while yes

I am different

I am not possessed

I am disabled

I am not antisocial

I am depressed

I’ve heard their whispers

The cruel

Cruel whispers of things a child simply should not hear

I’ve been kicked out of public bathrooms

Because I’m not “a girl”

And I am afraid to use the men’s bathroom

Because “a girl” is all they’d see me as

I’ve been body shamed by teachers

Humiliated in front of class

All because they see me as less than human

Less than what they are

Because they can’t wrap their heads around

My “choices”

Because that’s how they see it

Being a “r****d”?

A choice

Being a “f****t?

A choice

Being “broken”?

A choice

These are not choices

These are truths

Truths about myself that I should not have to hide

But because of the laws and choices of one man

One man who took an oath

An oath to protect this country

To keep the people within it safe

Yes, because of the choices of ONE MAN

I find myself with fewer and fewer rights

Fewer and fewer things within my control

He would have me hide or be hidden

Hate or be hated

Bleed myself

Or make another bleed

I’d never thought I would

Or even COULD

Hold so much hatred in my heart for just one man

But I guess when you’re waiting to be stripped of your right to be alive

You have plenty of time to seethe

I’ll say it: I hate our president

Posted in response to the challenge Human Rights – Writing.

Fainting Goat

UT

15 years old

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