LGBTQ+ Poem: We Are Not The Same, by Rachel Houser

We are not the same, not exactly,
And yet.
And yet we see one another mirrored
When we lay
Eye to eye.
Tit to tit.
Legs and arms and ribs and hair.
Strip me bare and you will find that once upon a time I was just as you are now.
Let me
For a moment
Take comfort
In the quintessence.
We are not the same, not exactly,
And yet
We have shockingly alike horror stories.
We have been violated in many of the same ways.
We have known the same monsters
All our lives
Though we call them different names.
We are so very nearly the same,
And yet.

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