Asexual

In a world of passions and desires untold,
I stand, unique, in a different fold,
For I am a being, a soul that's free,
Embracing the colors of asexuality.

In a realm where flames of attraction burn,
I navigate the tides, with lessons learned,
For my heart beats not in romantic fire,
But in the warmth of self-discovery, I aspire.

My identity blooms, like a gentle flower,
Asexuality, my truth, my power,
Unburdened by the pressures to conform,
I embrace my essence, in its purest form.

In a society that champions love's embrace,
I find solace in my own sacred space,
For I am whole, without the need to possess,
I revel in the beauty of self-contentedness.

My worth is not defined by a romantic chase,
But in the depth of my character, the light on my face,
I navigate relationships, unique and true,
With emotional bonds, not defined by a cue.

I am the embodiment of love that's platonic,
The embrace of friendship, genuine and chronic,
My heart seeks connections, beyond the physical,
In shared experiences, moments so magical.

For being asexual is a journey, profound,
An understanding of self, beautifully profound,
And as I walk this path, confident and strong,
I celebrate my truth, knowing I belong.

In a world that celebrates diversity's song,
I add my voice, where asexuality belongs,
For we are a spectrum, vibrant and vast,
Asexual souls, making our own path steadfast.

So let us be seen, let our voices rise,
To dispel the myths, the misconceptions that disguise,
That asexuality is valid, real, and true,
A beautiful part of the human value.

For being asexual is a gift, you see,
A unique perspective, a way to be,
And as I embrace my truth, unapologetically,
I celebrate the wonders of being asexual, happily.