a stray light splayed across oak hardwood floor a girl wonders who they are
a girl with a unique identity they struggle over finding out who they are
while they are accepted for who they are they are forgotten
their preferences thrown out the window in favor of sticking to the status quo
Inspired by my interpretation of life with a different gender identity than what would be widely known through out the queer community. I identify as a girl but don't feel comfortable with the pronouns associated with the gender.