Aren’t you supposed to say
I should be myself?

You are mad at me for wearing my oddity on my sleeves
We can’t choose to have a descrite ,
Invisible oddity
We are get what we are given
We can’t choose our identity
What makes us comfortable
We can’t choose what fixes us
It is the way it

I May look different to you
I may wear my oddity with pride
God knows how long it took me to overcome
The violent outburst from you

Maybe you are mad for I do the thing you wish you could do yourself
Something you deny for yourself
Identity liberation
I can’t deny who I am
I can’t hide
And I never will

Divided by
Circumstance
Nature
Appearance
History
Family
Expectation
Identities
Yet they prevail
Finally  
Together
They are friends
They are bound
They are unstoppable!
They are and will always be
Together
Forever
Forever
Forever

No
Wrong
No that’s not what happens
The hope that their friendship will strengthen they accept that they can never have each other in their lives as if this was the inevitable conclusion that no being could control
I look down at my

Is that my inevitable end
That the ones I hold dear
We too
Eventually
Crumble from what we are divided by
Will my friendships be hollowed down to difference as theirs was?

Not quite white
Not quite latino
Not quite anything

Too dark to be white
Too light to be latino
Too mixed to be anything

Not quite that language
Not quite that accent
Not quite anything

Too feminine for this
Too masculine for that
Too mixed to be anything

Not quite this thing
Not quite that thing
Not quite anything

It’s a strange thing to know something about your soul that you cant explain to yourself
Its strange to also know to not explain it to anyone else
Even without knowing the word conventional
I still knew that this was not sit right for people
Besides
How can eplain myself when I don’t understand it in the first place?

The pain of losing a friend

Some nice, good people
that you just can't click with
not anymore

No ones fault
Time, Change, Space maybe

You could want a bond
could desperately cling on to the scraps of it

But it doesn't work out
It doesn't hold

6 years old
invited to a twins birthday party
one side the boys
one side the girls
just as conventional as a toy store

I look closer here
I look closer there
Then it struck me

the simplest words would change my life forever
two words
one thought
a thought that would stay with me
for the rest of my life
as this epiphany
was like no other

'I'm neither.'