I am guilty

Walking with my head to the ground- If I think hard
enough, maybe he
will go away- Screaming on the top of my lungs but no
one can hear me-
Words won't formulate in my head- I cannot express
this feeling-
Emptiness, Contempt, Vengeance, Rage- My anger bottles
up inside of me-
I'm ready to explode- Afraid if I say ow i feel I will
be jumped, raped
or killed- But if I stay silent it will kill me
inside- Doomed if I do
and if I don't- Trapped in this body with nowhere to
hide- Ashamed to
be inside my own skin- Because if I wear a dress I am
prey, I am guilty-
And if I don't I am a dyke- How can I look in the
mirror and smile if
you will condemn me for it?- I dream of a world where
I can walk down
the street with my head held up high- A world where my
brains are more
valuable than my beauty- Tonight I will take back what
was already mine-
with a dagger, with a rifle, I will hunt you down-
Dehumanize you like
you did to me- And when you are gone I will come
alive.