I, you, me, we, us, they, them
He, she, her, him.
Everything is in a circle.
“Them” is in another,
“We” is in where we are in.
He is in his circle,
As she is.
How many circles are you in?
How far can you let them exist?
The farthest one, probably,
Is being human.
But “I” is closest to me—
And everyone has their own “I,”
Where no one else can come
But them.
Each “I” is born with one circle.
As it grows, others bend it—
Overlooked, shamed, denied.
A thousand more circles
Can be drawn around you.
But no one needs a circle
Once broken into ellipse.
Aug 26, 2025
Aug 26, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
I, you, me, we, us, they, them
He, she, her, him.
Everything is in a circle.
“Them” is in another,
“We” is in where we are in.
He is in his circle,
As she is.
How many circles are you in?
How far can you let them exist?
The farthest one, probably,
Is being human.
But “I” is closest to me—
And everyone has their own “I,”
Where no one else can come
But them.
Each “I” is born with one circle.
As it grows, others bend it—
Overlooked, shamed, denied.
A thousand more circles
Can be drawn around you.
But no one needs a circle
Once broken into ellipse.
