I Would Call Us Champions

I Would Call Us Champions

I wouldn’t call us crazy or mad. Are we echoes? Are we heroes? Sinking into deep and hellish pits, hitting devasting lows.

We carry this cross. You don’t see our bones. We have scars that still bleed, eyes that still leak. There are cuts on our knees from praying to gods who don’t exist. We have wounds from wars we live through; torments we pray could heal soon.

We’ve hated us in ways you cannot. Your slurs remind us of days when we were lost. Your laws keep us locked, neighbourly with one another in our chains. We try, we fight the inevitability of loving who we love.

I wouldn’t call us devils or abominations. Are we fairies? Are we rebels? Flapping our coloured and heavenly wings, wreaking baffling menace.

We bear the mistrust. You write your laws and play the judge. You place us on pins and needles, making our knees weak when you burn us at the stake. There are days when we don’t have the strength to endure the hate. There are days when the slurs make us pull back, withdraw. You almost break us.

Almost.

We’ll never tell you how much it hurts. Because we refuse to give you the power you seek. The one that shows the cracks on the beautiful masterpiece that is us. You will never win. We will try to love us for who we are – by loving who we want.

I wouldn’t call us your ridiculous names or put us in the boxes you attempt to force us into. I would call us warriors. Survivors. The Strong Ones. All the Hes holding onto his warmth, the shes loving her touch. We are bulletproof. I would call us Champions.

Yes. We are Champions.

Written by Abrams

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8 Comments

  1. Colossus
    January 04, 07:30 Reply

    Stand up for the champions 👏👏👏

  2. Real
    January 04, 07:58 Reply

    This is the best thing I’ve read here in a while

  3. Femi
    January 04, 09:42 Reply

    This is just wow… Nice one

    • Mitch
      January 04, 19:43 Reply

      Trust you to be the completely different one, schlampe!

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