i was born into a world filled with harsh light
cold steel and hard floors
from an early age I understood boundaries
boxes were something to conform to
from an early age i knew i was different
my friends liked different things than i did
when i was young they called it cute
grown-ups expect obstinate children
but long after my baby fat had dissolved
i still knew there was something off
i told my parents, and i told my friends
i told them there was something wrong
how soluble are words in public
swirling round till they disappear
tomboy, at first, then worse names came up
words aren't soluble in my head
i cannot fit into these boxes
Where i do not belong
i'll make my own, from paper and pen
and hope others will not burn it down
