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Queer Me Out

Jan 4, 2024
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Updated: Feb 5, 2024

By Mistri Rohitkumar Mukeshbhai


In the night sky with blue stars

I take my hand so far

To catch my dear dreams

Oh no, the terror screams.


The society, the people

The highs and the lows

I sit in a box of my own

For the phase, this world has shown. 


You’re abnormal, imperfect

Bound and unsound

I raise my voice a little

For a heart as soft as a kitten. 



The scars and the screams

Wouldn’t let my mind to sleep

I think the box is too big

Rather hurt myself so deep.


A ray of hope is shining

Maybe the world is better, oh how? 

People like me who’re striving 

Spread our wings and fly now


Queer me out, hear me out

I spread love , no hate

For the world too small and the heart so big

I see myself so brave.


By Mistri Rohitkumar Mukeshbhai




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