Acceptance Poems - Poems about Acceptance

I found her spirit heartbroken; she needed someone who would listen. Her hot tears made my own eyes glisten as on and on she labored, outspoken. In time, her story would in part, soak in; she wanted her baby to be christened. I found her spirit heartbroken; she needed someone who would listen. A neighbor’s harsh words had woken her to the fact,...

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We met him at the Pride Parade joining all those who came there to unite… He was wearing a blue denim dress and carrying a flag in colors blue and pink and white. He proudly waved his transgender flag…a freedom that seemed to give him joy… We weren’t sure if he was born a boy who knew he...

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She sat in front of her vanity mirror Her reflection felt unfamiliar The girl in it didn't look how she pictured She felt like a visitor In a body that should be familiar Yet somehow she felt like a prisoner Not knowing how to feel about the person in the mirror who reflected her She wasn't...

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We went to the Haywood County Pride Day celebration where it was wonderful to see all the people In Waynesville, North Carolina who turned out to celebrate diversity. We waved our rainbow flags at all the people walking or parading in their cars… proud to help them celebrate exactly who they are. When the Pride Parade was over we...

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Heartbreak is rising heat in spring. Summer welded my heart back together, Fall leaves reminded me that time has passed so effortlessly. You’re turning into a faded memory and just another lesson. My weight, smile, and spirit is back into place. Soon enough, love returns back to my mind and soul, but never in the form of you again. I...

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I haven’t truly lived until now. I have been locked away for so long In a small room in a place that was never my home. Home is where you feel safe. My freedom without judgment is where I feel most safe, maybe that’s home. That’s how I feel now. Full throttle and no chain...

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Okapi thought he was a horse Attempted to blend in, of course Zebras kicked him out Horses ran about But okapi had no remorse ...

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That day she decided to speak For too long they had called her meek She woke up early Decided she'd wear something that would compliment her curvy Spent hours on her hair making sure each and every follicle was extra curly She wore dark red lipstick to cause a lot of controversy Her mom saw her said...

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There was a dreary blip in my life I feared two depressing outcomes The first, hell I separate myself from societal pressures I accept who I am I let go of all that abuse that has kept me who I was I let go of hiding behind a hundred carefully tailored masks Just so one may approve of me But in return I risk...

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my personality is too much for some i can change it. i’m too loud sometimes i can change it. i overwhelm others with my emotions i can change it. i laugh too much i can change it. i’m not popular enough i can change it. the constant struggle to fit in to be liked all revolves around perspective don’t look for certain things in the wrong people...

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I know making you less perfect won’t make me any better yet I can’t help it I fabricate your flaws in my head  as if it would make my own disappear  almost as if ruining you made me any better … almost as if making you imperfect made me as perfect as you —maybe I should learn to love my flaws instead of obsessing...

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My muse me muse you amuse me. My muse me muse we amuse unity. My muse me muse we sometimes amuse abuse. My muse me muse we amuse our children with charity. My muse me muse we amuse dying as an art of living. My muse me muse we amuse gratitude. My muse me muse we amuse reading. My muse me...

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I saw him in the corridor — my mind stopped for a moment, all my emotions rushing back, stunned, yet I kept walking. Once I was away, I crossed a wall — and broke down, tears flowing down my cheeks, words unsaid I couldn’t hold. I wanted to stay, to hold on to him, but I needed to go — to let go for my peace. I saw...

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Whispers Beneath the Cemetery Is love undead? Is love fate? Is love just holding on— a ghost that won’t abate? Does death mean I must give up on us, let go of what was? I stare at your grave— hours slipping by— Will you resurrect? Will you rise or die? A strange peace lingers— a burden I can’t lay down, The silence, the stillness— haunting and profound. I feel you...

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It's hard What is? The feigned facade displayed on Caps on my face The last thing I am is brave In the dark, I'm everything I want to be In the light, I'm who they want me to be. It's hard What is? The imposed words gushing from their mouths with the resonance of stamps Like rules but they are beliefs Beliefs that I...

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