Inquisition
So tell me,
She said,
What is it like to be who you are?
It Depends,
He replied,
On what day you ask
And what I have done
It depends on the moon, and the sun
On the minutia and the big picture
There is no way to box me in
Label and define me
No one way to categorize my dreams and hopes
Or my darkest fears
I do not belong to “all” or “nothing”
I do not belong solely in the middle.
How can you ask such a question
With no fear, and no regard?
Exactly, she said
Exactly my point.
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