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My heart beats slower and slower

When someone calls me honey.

I find it difficult to breathe

When someone compliments me for how built I am.

My body is cold and stiff

When someone compares me to an animal.

I make awkward faces

When someone calls me sweetie.

Words of endearment that used to make me smile

Are now like a bad-tasting egg in my mouth.

Words of endearment are bitter-sweet reminders

Of the period of time I felt inferior and insignificant.

Save those words for your pets because I am not one.

I am a human being who only wants actions, not words.