We don't want to be dolls!!

They keep calling us dolls.

 

Pretty dolls.

 

Broken dolls.

 

Dress-up dolls.

 

Wind us up,

sit us down,

paint our faces,

pass us around.

 

Dolls.

 

Like we're something to own.

Like we're something to show.

Like we're something that exists

for everybody else to know.

 

But I don't want to be your doll.

 

I don't want to be your debate.

 

I don't want to be your headline,

your hashtag,

your culture-war bait.

 

I want to be human.

 

Is that really too much to ask?

 

To wake up in the morning

without wearing armor as a mask?

 

To walk through a store

without becoming a political fight?

 

To exist in my own damn skin

without having to justify my life?

 

Because every day it feels like

someone's screaming my name

 

while pretending

I'm the one playing games.

 

Every day somebody says,

 

"Protect the dolls!"

 

And I want to scream back,

 

NO!

 

Protect the humans!

 

Protect the humans who cry in silence.

 

Protect the humans who survive violence.

 

Protect the humans who bury their pain.

 

Protect the humans who get up again.

 

Protect the humans whose hearts still beat

after being dragged through hell

down every goddamn street.

 

Because we are not made of plastic.

 

We are made of scars.

 

We are made of survival.

 

We are made of carrying wounds

that stretch farther than the stars.

 

Some of us lost family.

 

Some of us lost homes.

 

Some of us learned far too young

what it means to feel alone.

 

Some of us heard,

"You're disgusting."

 

Some of us heard,

"You're a sin."

 

Some of us learned

the world had already judged us

before we could even begin.

 

And still...

 

we got up.

 

Still...

 

we stood.

 

Still...

 

we loved.

 

Still...

 

we fought for the simple right

to be understood.

 

That isn't weakness.

 

That's courage.

 

That's strength.

 

That's humanity roaring

from the edge of the abyss.

 

That's a heartbeat saying,

 

"I still exist."

 

And I'm sick of hearing people

talk about us

like we're objects.

 

Like we're projects.

 

Like we're problems to solve.

 

We are people.

 

People.

 

PEOPLE.

 

With hopes.

 

With dreams.

 

With futures.

 

With fears.

 

With laughter that fills rooms

and tears that fill years.

 

We are not dolls.

 

Dolls don't bleed.

 

Dolls don't grieve.

 

Dolls don't stay alive

through things nobody should survive.

 

Humans do.

 

We do.

 

And that's why this matters.

 

Because every hateful word

becomes another brick.

 

Another wall.

 

Another wound.

 

Another kid wondering

if the world wants them at all.

 

And I am tired.

 

Tired of watching humanity

get buried beneath slogans.

 

Tired of watching compassion

become a battlefield.

 

Tired of watching people

forget that a transgender person

 

is a person.

 

Before every argument.

 

Before every opinion.

 

Before every vote.

 

A person.

 

A heartbeat.

 

A soul.

 

A whole damn universe

walking around in human skin.

 

So hear me.

 

Hear me if you're cheering.

 

Hear me if you're angry.

 

Hear me if you're scared.

 

Hear me if you've never cared.

 

Hear me.

 

We don't want special treatment.

 

We don't want a throne.

 

We don't want to rule the world.

 

We just want to walk through it

without standing alone.

 

We don't want to be dolls.

 

We don't want to be symbols.

 

We don't want to be targets.

 

We don't want to be myths.

 

We don't want to spend our lives

proving we exist.

 

We want what every human deserves.

 

Safety.

 

Dignity.

 

Love.

 

Hope.

 

The chance to grow old.

 

The chance to be seen.

 

The chance to be human.

 

So the next time someone says,

 

"Protect the dolls,"

 

I want thousands of voices

rising from every street,

 

every city,

 

every home,

 

every heart,

 

shouting back:

 

PROTECT THE HUMANS!

 

PROTECT THE HUMANS!

 

PROTECT THE HUMANS!

 

Not because we're dolls.

 

Not because we're fragile.

 

Not because we're different.

 

But because we are human.

 

And human should be enough.

 

Human should always be enough.