square peg round hole
taught to force itself into a space too small
the walls of our psyches are bleeding
Queens trying to conform to a twin, a king, or a double
uhhhhggg.. .meeehhhhghhhhng... ugh
the struggle is real folks
To big, too small, too tight, too long
God Damn Goldilocks
Who are we?
What are we?
Who the hell do you think you are?
What gives you the right?
We don't like or appreciate your prefabricated construct
demanding we FIT IN
when we were born to stretch OUT
Outside your constraints, outside your assumptions
definitions and limitations.
We live on a board we no longer wish to play
fighting an opponent who set the stage long ago;
while stretching and pulling at the yoke
bucking their limitations
in search of our own.