The Difference

Anna Wakey29

I identify as both

and neither.

 

I felt myself

With this self.

 

So why when I walk

Is it an invitation?

 

I do not exist for you,

Or you,

Or them,

Or anyone.

 

I exist for me.

 

As my age has enlarged,

So has the hubris

The stares

And expectations.

 

I do not walk for you

Or talk for you.

 

So why are my steps only safe

And my words valid

When accompanied?

 

Why is touching

Groping

Harrassing

Stalking

Acceptable, or brushed off.

 

I have my identity,

But the world will always expect

Me to come second,

And to smile while you yell.

  • Author: Anna Wakey29 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2026 18:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: I came out as non-binary a few years ago, and felt so right because of it. The harassment, however, didn't stop. I am aware men don't know how bad it is for women, and this isn't an attack. When I told my partner how much I have been groped on public transport, or shouted at, he was shocked.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    There is little respect now days and I chalk it up to this because that is what it boils down to. Respect for another regardless of sex, color, religion or anything else and I don't see it in a world where everyone is all that exists and everyone else is expected to be what others demand.



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