When I say
Your words are like needles,
Pricking every fibre of my humanity,
Threatening to go deeper every time.
When you notice
You’re on the verge of violence.
Names hurt worse than sticks and stones
So don’t pretend that they go over my head.
When you realise
What you’re doing does not help me.
All it does is further stigmas,
Files me to the side
Of what you think is normal.
Is it really that hard?
Does your right to use your voice
Trump my right to be alive?
You have your power – now use it for good.
Before it’s too late.