I am not your negation,
But you desire mine.
My presence offends you in ways I cannot fathom,
though I certainly feel your anger, rejection and disgust.
I can do nothing to appease you,
To calm your fears.
Even when I apologize,
You continue to yell at me, berate me, call me names.
Honestly, I am secretly relieved,
That you never fail to surprise me,
Your beliefs always remain an enigma,
As foreign to me,
As I am to you.
A mindset that I am proud never to assimilate.
An entitlement I am proud to live without.
A life I am proud to have
Not built on anyone’s negation.
I am not yours to define.
I am not yours to deny.
I am not your negation.
Text and images by M.P. Baecker