Alan R

Sacred

Hope I never forget

Holding on to this process

Black color, average shoes

And the act of refusing to fit in everyday

Hoping the little girls like me

Can believe that they never needed to

Learn glossing their lips right

Before learning a happy smile

 

The fight has been sacred

To keep myself alive on my terms

Knowing full well that I stand out

But thankfully not for painting facades

Or wearing costumes that don’t even fit me

For the world to momentarily amuse itself

With my perfections, with my imperfections

Only to belong? Was never worth it.



-Al