An endless war ravages the streets

Surrounded by enemies

We will find no safety

Nor peace

Yet it's dangerous to flee

Over deserts and through the seas

Pack our families

It's time to leave

There is no place we can go

Unwanted

Abandoned

Starving

Begging

Paying with endless tears

Calloused feet and empty hope

Blood stains our weeping hearts

We made it here

Now we're shunned

Death stalks us

A shadow always near

Slowly constraining our breath

As the world turns their head

Shrugs their shoulders

Walks away

Another's problem

Just go home

We would love too

But there's no place

Left to go

No, mom.

You are not being supportive when you ask me what gender I'm attracted to.

NO, mom.

You are not being supportive when you tell me "I've developed too much to be feminine" (which, fuck you- I totally could be)

NO, mom.

You are NOT being supportive when you tell me I need to "just talk to the counselor" instead of you.

NO, MOM.

YOU ARE NOT BEING SUPPORTIVE WHEN YOU AVOID THE FACT THAT I EVER TOLD YOU ANYTHING.

THAT'S NOT BEING SUPPORTIVE AND HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT YOU ARE WHEN YOU CANT EVEN FATHOM WHY YOUR CHILD COULD POSSIBLY WANT TO KILL THEMSELVES. NO- FUCK YOU MOM. FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME WISH FOR A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT LIFE WITH A MOTHER WHO ACTUALLY CARES AND WILL HELP AND SUPPORT THEIR CHILD.

NO, MOM.

YOU ARE NOT SUPPORTIVE.