There are many people
who love me.
And many people
who actively don’t love me.
Who hate me.
I’m a transexual woman.
Loud and proud.
Many people,
hetero and queer,
don’t like me and
my loud and proud way.
I honestly spend a lot
of time thinking about
these people.
What if I could do enough
kind things?
Maybe then these people
would love me.
At least appreciate and
respect me.
But I know that won’t be
the case for many of
these people.
What if I love more and more
and more?
I can love quite a bit bigger
than lots of people.
But maybe I should spend
more time
caring about the many people
who love me.
The people who love me
just as I am.
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