That’s what they yell at me from across the street.
That’s what they said when they followed me home.
That's what they shout when they punch me in the chest again and again and again.
I am no ‘creature.’
Just a person,
Trying to survive,
In a world where being different must be something to feel ashamed of.
Something to hide.
i hope this isn't horrible! this is my first attempt to write poetry, so i'm very sorry if it sucks :)