red line (a poem)

They say the night can swallow whole, The broken dreams that dare to shine, A boy with a girl’s body, a lost soul, Where violence marks the thin red line. The mirror cracks, a haunted face, A body trapped in silent screams, in streets where truth has lost its place, and hope dissolves in bloodied streams. His voice a whisper veiled in fear, To speak himself is to defy, Yet lurking shadows draw too near, Beneath a cold and watchful sky. The crowd condemns what they don’t see, Corruption cloaked in bitter hate, no refuge found in unity just fractured hearts that suffocate. But still he longs for morning's light, To stand unmasked within his skin, Though death may dance beyond the night, His fight is fierce, the dawn begins.