Ode To Leelah
She. She. She
Was so beautiful.
Trapped, a soldier, a martyr.
She was strong. She was brave.
She. She. She
Was encaged, locked into this world
Misunderstood and forgotten.
Suffered in silence.
Brushed aside.
She is not he.
Lost in a world,
Where instinct
And inside mean nothing.
She fought too long, too hard
Undeserved pain, unrecognised.
She. She. She
Hurt by those
Supposed to love unconditionally,
She is not a beautiful story,
But she was beautiful.
She is not a tragic hero,
But a tragedy nonetheless.
She. She.
She.
Jessica G Allen 