LOVE ME LIKE THE WORLD NEVER DID

A poem of a transgender girl born between the lines of a world that never made room for her. I was born into a world that had no place for me, A soul full of storms where nobody could see. Intersex at birth, but the world had its plans, They tried to define me with their judgmental hands. They gave me a label before I could speak, Then wondered why I grew so tired and weak. But somewhere inside me, beneath all the pain, A girl kept on fighting through thunder and rain. My bedroom became my kingdom, my walls became home, The one place on earth I could finally be alone. Away from the Christians who swear they know God, Yet judge me like sinners while acting so broad. They preach about love with a knife in their tone, Then wonder why people feel safer alone. If God made us all, then answer me this: Why does your version of heaven feel so much like an abyss? You call yourself faithful, you call yourself right, But you've made my existence a battlefield fight. You deadname my soul like the girl never grew, Misgender my womanhood like you know what I've lived through. You spit out your hatred, then call it concern, While I'm picking up pieces you never will learn Were shattered by words that you casually threw— Words that stayed long after the hell left your view. BUT FUCK, I'M STILL HERE, AND I'M STILL THAT GIRL. Still fighting like hell in a cold-hearted world. I've crawled through the darkness, I've bled without scars, I've wished on the ceiling beneath broken stars. I've worked my damn hardest to learn to love me, To become the woman I was meant to be. And just when I find peace, just when I feel whole, You come with your hatred to spit on my soul.