All you do
is take pieces of me
until I no longer exist.
If I were a man you'd call me gay,
If I were a woman you'd call me straight.
Either way it's men YOU center
in your narratives about how I love.
I swallowed myself down enough
for your convenience.
Shrunk myself so much
to fit into your story of me.
All you wanted was for me to become
anyone else
and I nearly did.
I am glad I have nothing left to give you.
Never thought the day would come
that I could express just that.
But I know now that
my existence needs no softening.
I have better dreams to chase
than your approval.
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