Gatekeeper

You talk about belonging.
You speak about having a voice.
Yet when you raised yours
I cowered back for its volume,
Trembling in its wake.
My hands slipped from the fence
You shut me out with,
And when the gate clanged shut
I no longer had the courage to ask.
My fingers lost their grip on cold, unyielding metal,
And the dirt pitted into my skin when I hit the ground.
I don’t…

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