"If I were a butterfly fairy that’s a different story"
I’d deserve the hate speak
The faggotry would come naturally, if I were
I’d fly right out the closet
Free of the-
What was that flying out with me? Or at me?
A barrage of insults?
No, couldn’t be
Not flying at me!?
You attain some kind of height with those bedazzled wings of yours until others, no not out of envy, rip them to shreds
You’re not the vulnerable one, with your mask of “masc” and your shield of discretion
I’m soaring but only through targeted skies