the pretender

you despised us. built burial grounds over our conscious workings and made flowers from torn sympathies.

but where is the shame when your truth is this ours?

you were a pretender.

a fraud.

just like us.

if our sex is damned

because of its drive

it’s form

thrust and power

then so is yours.

you’ve created us.

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