My body shakes and shivers. It trembles with every tender touch of your supple hands. Stroking every spot and tracing every curve. Breath fills the air. I’m panting and crying. Fearful. I hear a growling voice. Enveloping every soft moan that fills my ear. Your hands gently caress my face. I come closer yearning to taste your lips. The feel on my skin is now rough and ghastly. Caresses turn into tugging and pulling. So hard. My skin is ripping. I stare at the coarse texture of the rope, contrasting the smooth feel of your lips against mine. I taste you. But it transforms into a nauseating taste of blood in my mouth. Your lips reach down to my neck. Teasing my soft spots. I feel it becoming forceful. Strings piercing through my delicate face. The rope now encircles me. Fearful. I turn you over sliding my hands across your back. My body against yours. I feel empowered. My hand is slipping away. Tied behind my back. Stripped from all power. My breathing weakens. I lay my feeble head against the rope. Lifeless.
~Faggot, by Shahad
“The piece I submitted is meant to show what it feels like to live in a place where you’re completely rejected. It doesn’t only speak about bullying in school or a small community, but bullying that comes from the whole society you live in. I tried to show a contrast between feeling love and wanting to love someone but at the same time fearing your life, because where I live it is truly a matter of life or death.”
You Will Rise Project 
What a powerful piece of writing. Thank you for sharing.
The rhythm of these short sentences is so effective, the contrast comes across amazingly ❤