people love staring
at what they can't understand.
my short, shaggy hair
giving off one signal,
but my chest revealing another.
their stares like the
glare your mother gave
when you're being a menace.
is it not just because
it doesn't fit
your mold of understanding?
i just wanna feel alive,
love myself,
and let things be.
why can't i just exist in peace?
