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Wearing Labels

If born on your terms



A witch


Many letters of the rainbow

  too many of you hate

           or mock

           as if respecting humanity

           is so burdensome

           a bare minimum

           that is beneath us all

Including the ones I use

To comfort your wrangling

Of your concept

A digestible me

  Because people like me

Are consumable









Making you comfortable

Isn’t my preference


My pronouns aren’t for you


But your comfort

Creates permission

For me

           to stay alive




To exist until tomorrow

Is my biggest job

           My strongest magic

Woven as independence

Never released



If only you let me be.

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