Birth Trauma of a Dead Name

They say pick a side, one or the other

But I’m more than the lines they try to cover

I wear my colors with strength and with pride

Every step of my journey, no need to hide

They don't understand the fight it takes

Just to breathe and be real in a world that breaks

Every story I’ve lived, every scar I defend

This truth is my power; it’s not just a trend

I’m standing strong, shouting my name

Breaking through silence, unashamed

My heart’s not wrong, it knows what it seeks

To live out loud, no more fear, no more leaks

But in the mirror, something stirs

A whisper soft, an echo heard

Yes, I am all I’ve ever been told

But somewhere inside, I am someone untold

Beyond the borders, beyond the weight

Is there a part of me, born to recreate?

I hold to my truth, but I’m starting to see

Maybe the labels weren’t made for me

Hurt upon hurt, built up over time

I am both fighter and victim combined

I’m standing strong, shouting my name

Breaking through silence, unashamed

My heart’s not wrong, it knows what it seeks

To live out loud, no more fear, no more leaks

But as I breathe, I let go a bit

And find there's something deeper lit

Hurt people hurt; maybe I was too

Trying to shield what I once lived through

No more holding to wounds I’ve worn

I die to myself, and I am reborn

I shed these layers, let the truth unfold

No more lines drawn, no roles to hold

Yes, I can choose, but I leave it behind

A child of light, no label to bind

Beyond the colors, beyond the scars

I am whole, I am free, no walls, no bars

Let flesh fall away, let the old stories cease

I am a soul, a child, and finally… peace