I
Have never fit into myself
It’s not that I have outgrown my skin but that my skin has outgrown me
See my skin doesn’t fit me
No tailor will sew me tighter to myself
And trust me I’ve asked
I am told I should love my skin
And I do but how can I love my skin when it doesn’t love me
I don’t know why
I do know that I
Have never been full of myself
I am two sides of two different coins
Two halves of two different equations
I don’t fit either half how I’m supposed to
I’m a mix, a recipe of culture
From my white skin
My tounge holds a contradicting name
And even that has been cause for argument
And it’s not just to my eyes
People tell me a different name would suit me better
I’m not enough of the other
I’m not enough of myself
But I can only ever be myself
I have been overlooked
Peered through like a looking glass to the two things that make up me
But I
Am not a me anymore
That has been made crystal clear
Stripped from the skin that didn’t fit me in the first place
I’d pull the zipper myself
I’d pull half of myself away thinking maybe then
I’ll fit