~ Somersaults In the tall grass Lutalica girl In places on the run Stretched out in her awakening Removes the dress of her captivity To introduce herself to those she loves There's something deeply unknowable And terrifying in the arrival of her liberty Sprung forth out of the box She started from ~
Lutalica: the part of your identity that doesn't fit into categories.
they glued labels on my body that won't come off without removing pieces of myself too and it hurts almost as much as watching them bend and twist and break your body to fit you inside a box your heart has outgrown
When you look at me You instantly stereotype My glassses My skin color You can probably guess I’m book smart You’d be right You can guess I’m introverted You’d be semi right You can guess I’m not naturally very athletic You’d be right You can guess my ethnicity You’d probably be right You can guess a lot of things And there’s a high chance you’d be right for many of them
What about those things, You’d never guess? I bet you’d never believe I was a Goalie You probably don’t know I write poetry I’m learning Chinese I ran six miles in fifth grade I enjoy acting I’m an atheist I have a mild obsession with Asian light novels The list goes on...
But still, The point here is There’s a lot of things you don’t see
I’m just as guilty of judging as anyone else We humans tend to categorize, A lot ... But, It’s Often Not True
From the perspective of an American girl whose parents are from India.