But.
I know you are, but.
But what? Is this so
inconceivable?
So inconvenient?
We don't control these things,
not forever.
Perhaps when we're young
and scared,
So when we finally settle in,
into our own skins,
everyone has
something to say.
"But this isn't who
you used to be;
this isn't who I know-"
Well, I'm more myself
than ever before,
and I refuse to fall
into your perfect view.
I feel safe
just out of focus,
and there is where I'll stay.
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 10:28 PM UTC
But.
I know you are, but.
But what? Is this so
inconceivable?
So inconvenient?
We don't control these things,
not forever.
Perhaps when we're young
and scared,
So when we finally settle in,
into our own skins,
everyone has
something to say.
"But this isn't who
you used to be;
this isn't who I know-"
Well, I'm more myself
than ever before,
and I refuse to fall
into your perfect view.
I feel safe
just out of focus,
and there is where I'll stay.
So many people who I'm close to have mixed or negative views about gender that it's nearly impossible to find validation or comfort on the matter. Hence, a small vent.
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