Pink & Blue

Emily Bradshaw

Protect our children. Through marches you stroll

In hopes the youth will embrace the places 

God placed them. You scream slurs in the faces

Of children claiming love is in your soul.

With love you hate them, beat them, murder them

Until the only part left is the shell

Of the person who made their life a hell

That they can’t bring themself to return from. 

You will not force these once innocent youth

To end their lives for the chance to live with 

An outside image matching their brave soul.

We will have marches of our own. The truth

Is that your tale of normal is a myth

And we have the faith you believed you stole.

  • Author: Emily Bradshaw (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 23rd, 2023 11:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the 3rd poem in my Nouveau America collection. I wrote this in the wake of America entering stage 7-8 of trans genocide. Recent legislation against my trans brothers, sisters, and siblings has left me appalled and I hope one day America can just let people coexist in peace.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 5


  • Doggerel Dave

    In terms of personal debate in the area I believe (and understand this is an old guy here) I ask are these people doing you any harm personally? No?
    So in the case of the LGBQwatever folks leave them alone.

    • Emily Bradshaw

      Exactly. People just wanna live how they live. I don’t understand what the issue is if it’s not hurting you.

    • Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer

      Important work

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