"A body built by a being, only told through a kaleidoscope of different perspectives.
Is it a boy? Is it a girl? Such linear thinking. Lets have the controller decide their label if they so choose."
"Only sitting now pondering that very message. What am I? Who am I?
Being called a man through each step in life only because of external facades.
Numb to those pronouns, only to weigh my unsure nod in agreement.
Always feeling like both, such default labels.
Masculine & Feminine.
A perfect balance of both.
To color in each confused traced question mark.
Not hurt by what people call me, just as long as they still love me.
Silly words; holding no depth to millions of entwined energies we call a body.
Curiosity being the captain of the ship in limitless pursuit of an answer.
No steering wheel as it treads the trail of its own lost question."
"Why do you seek such a label? Instead of turning that question into a final statement?
You don't need to be put into a box with a limit, my little one.
Open your eyes and just....be"
YOU ARE READING
The Internal Message
Поэзия"With curious eyes you shall find - a lost story left inside." --Book of poems
