I Bleed Everywhere
Even in beautiful places,
I am not allowed to litter—
not even a word.
I bleed even in happy spaces,
beside those who worship
or simply enjoy their meal.
And I am dying inside,
in silence and in shame,
for I do not belong—
and I have never found a place
to bleed
and heal.
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