breath of life;

+Aiyana, 22 years old and bisexual; I am a storm. Born from the sea, I rise.

(I mostly write #fic* but sometimes I dabble in photoshop. I should probably stop.)

"

When I was eight,
I met a boy who was teased for
Wearing a pink shirt to school that said,
“Strong men and women wear pink.”
My best friend asked who I liked
And when I told her,
She laughed and asked me why.

When I was ten,
I was in class with a boy who was teased for
Having long, dark lashes that
Girls now complain about not having.
My best friend asked who I liked
And when I told her,
She simply laughed.

When I was twelve,
I sat next to the boy who was teased for
Letting his little sister paint his nails.
My best friend asked who I liked
And I told her “no one”
Because I knew she would only laugh.

When I was fourteen,
My heart sank when I saw the boy again.
The boy I liked had gone,
Replaced by someone who blended in
And I hated that he’d given himself up
For the sake of acceptance.

I recalled all I’d given up,
Every time I kept my mouth shut,
Every time I’d hid
 And I wondered,
Do we really gain anything
Or do we only lose ourselves?

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The boy who made me realize || d.s. (via asaryacommands)