Identity
I try to shame myself
into thinking
my identity
is something
I can control.
Or abandon.
But those who have seen her
tell me
I’m happier when I’m her.
I’m calmer when I’m her.
More peaceful.
Less angry.
That I glow
as her.
Still, I keep looking
over my shoulder,
trying to find
an escape route
from my destiny.
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I feel this. I see you. 🖤