I have no sickness or a condition, there is no cure, I am nothing but life. God named me like everything else; I was not to be subject to your spit, or your fire, or fences, fist, faggots, fairies, your fantasies that you attempt to beat out of me, or to get me to beat it out of myself. I am no Demon. I was born to mean happy, can’t you see my beauty? Can’t you see my gorgeous, can you see my humanity before it’s rejected, pushed into closets cramped with empty men looking to be filled, I am no Demon. I am not evil, I am not.
Excerpt from “For Those Who Pray In Closets” by Danez Smith (Poet/Author)