Who am I?
Am I only my present?
Or my past too?
What about my future?
They all bleed together, their spirits
their hopes and dreams
Coursing through my veins
I feel their pain in my bones
And their joy in my heart
Who am I?
What does it mean to be straight or gay?
Why does love need to be divided by borders?
Social expectations
Born female
I am to dress and act a certain way
And yet also to counter that stereotype with
Ironically another one of strength
But still feminine
I just want to be myself
To dress what I feel confident in
To wear what is comfortable and practical
To be able to move and exist
Without having to squish myself into a box
After all, I'm only human
Who am I?
My roles?
My behaviors?
My words?
It all gets confused in my head.
Wanting to be loved more than anything,
I can be whoever you need me to be
So how special is it
When people come into my life
And I don't have to be anyone other than myself
Past present and future
Queer in my love
Gender fluid in my clothes
Responsible only for the role of friend
Relaxed in my bones
Warm in my heart
Quiet peaceful dreams in my sleep
Who am I?
I may not know
Answers aren't black and white
Because life is squirmy
But
I
Am
100%
Loved.
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