Revolted

[thefawn]

i will never know what it is
for people to look at me
and know
know somehow that i am not them
i am not them
but they cannot see it
not until i speak it
and i speak it
and i speak it
i am not you
and they are revolted
but i will not know
how it is to for them to be revolted
when i walk in the door
revolted by the dark of my skin
by the sound of my voice,
no
they are revolted once they come to know me
once they come to know of my heart
and of who i love
i cannot speak for others
and say if it is any worse either way
to be unable to hide
or to have to hide
but i can speak for myself
i do not want to hide
i am not you
and you are revolted