LGBTPOC

Cold and dark, dingy and grey,

In this box I suppose is where I'll stay,

My heart swells for my people today,

Scrolling hopelessly and full of dismay.

I say my people, as we feel like birds,

Pigeon holed just touches the surface,

When one tick box are seen as preferred,

Other humans like me feel a lack of purpose.

Where do I fit? Which box do I tick?

The very thought of labels make me feel sick,

Policing and hospitals posed like a trick,

Our lives in their hands and we vanish, quick.

It's a shame, some are so scared by our beauty,

Rich tones and bright patterns would suit me,

But I'm scared to stand out, truth be

Told, I don't know where to go.

Because this grey box somehow feels like home,

Inside, I realise, I feel truly free,

Tucked in my box as an LGBT POC.