The destruction of me

You were right to think

That I would have never imagined

my existence

would be a threat to some

some who knew my world

some who knew my words

and so,

My words were taken

my words were used against me

my words were turned to filth

those words were sold as truth

and then,

I found out

I was not brave

I was not strong

I was not admirable

and I was overcome

and I could not get up

and when I thought things

could not get worse

I learnt that worse is quaint word

a word that only explains

a certain moment in time

a word devoid of depth

a word devoid of destruction

you would have seen

me fall to my knees

broken by the weight of my existence

as told by corrupted words

told by those whose my very existence

would break their view of the world.

so I gave up

and in doing so

I survived

For I found the truth

that I would not be destroyed

that I could not be destroyed

neither by you, who reveled in gossip

or you, who saw my life as an abomination

or any of you, who hid behind the shadows

for I stand

with those who truly love me

with those who I truly love

for I am love

and love

it cannot be destroyed