When i speak of monsters,
As queer people,
I speak of two different kinds.

Most group all together in ignorance.

We try to see through the shell,
To love the shell as well,
And judge the merit of the soul.

Monsters in form are beautiful.
With teeth and claw,
Wings, horns, and hooves.
Metre long tails and ears.
Spikes and scales.
They conform to a unique aesthetic.

Monsters in essence are ugly.
Rapists.
Exploiters.
Abusers of people and power.
Those that despoil society,
 with their very presence.

Our love is called Monstrous,
Abominations unto God above.
We are compared to pedophiles,
Abusers of animals,
Demons in human flesh.
We are seen as monsters.

So Monsters we become,
Monsters of form,
To repel and oppose,
To scratch and bite,
To reject with all our hearts,
The Monsters of essence that think us a mirror.