Lost in limbo

I’m not black, I’m not white

I guess I’m something in-between

And in school because of that

The kids were pretty cold and mean

And Im as Pretty as a flower

But my beauty was unseen

Imperfect crooked teeth meant,

I was bullied as a teen

They pulled their eyes to the side

My teacher didn’t care

To me it was no surprise

they grabbed and pulled my hair

I missed the days in first school,

But dad was no longer there

From a distance but not close enough

To keep me from their snares

I’m crimson and yellow with a slight touch of blue

They said I am too white for them I felt like that was true

But they made fun of me at school,

I didn’t fit in there too

Often alone in break times where I dreamed and sat and drew

I’m not gay I’m not straight

I guess I’m something in between

I’d medicate to take away

The feelings and bad dreams

The horror on my family’s face from one side I could see

But my momma always had my back

I kinda felt I could be me

I kissed a girl aged 17

It left me feeling strange

Internalised homophobia

Isn’t taught at a young age

I’m not even legal in some countries

They say it’s just a phase

So I guessed I’d keep kissing boys

Until I got out of this maze

But in London I found myself

free from all the chains

Able to dress and look and be myself and take over the reigns

Saying f** you to society

No longer feeling all the pain

Like a queen in her own empire

Dancing freely in the rain

They’re not woman they’re not man, I guess they’re something in between

From my own experience it is important they are seen

I’m trying my best to get pronouns right it’s easier than it seems

I met Alice and they taught me don’t assume by any means.