Why must I constantly fear you?

Is there that much to be afraid of?

If you know me, than I will de the one to fear,

But in that fear, will you hurt me?

Are you that insecure, do you feel that threatened?

You feel you must hurt me,

Why, to prove your self imposed dominion?

Your world must be one of vanity and fear.

I once thought My World as dark.

My World was one of cruelty, manipulation, and self denial.

I thought I was alone, and never would I see the light out of my "confusion."

Now I see you, is it immaturity? Perhaps.

Most of all, I believe you don’t understand me.

You don’t understand the needs I have,

How I lay awake at night,

Dreaming and hoping to be found in a lover’s embrace by morning.

I want to be able to feel love, compassion, and everything else that comes with love.

I want to be able to hold his hand without fear.

Who you ask? Another of my "kind?"

No, we are the same you and I,

We have the same body structure,

At times we even have the same color of skin.

The only thing different is what I want.

I want another man to wrap in his arms,

And in turn hold him in mine.

I want to feel another man’s kiss on my lips.

I want to hear his heart beat when he holds me close.

Am I not allowed that?

Can I not feel love?

All I can do is feel pain?

I feel pain for what you feel towards me,

Unsubstantial hate.

Why must our worlds collide so?

With all that fear and pain you have put me through,

I now have strength,

Both of body, and mind.

Now I fear not what you do to me.

Hurting my body is a pointless act,

It will heal.

I’ve learned you cannot touch my soul,

And that is where I feel this.

Forever you may point, yell, plot.

Never will you have the authority to judge me.

Never will you be my GOD!