A constant buzz surrounds my name
A box they try to fit my frame.
They ask if I like boys or girls
And watch my hesitant whirls.
This label game feels tight and small
I watch the meanings rise and fall.
Am I a she, a soft design
Or something else that feels more mine.
The spectrum stretches wide and far
Beyond the fixed and shining star.
If feeling leads me to the light
Does it matter wrong or right.
To wear a dress or wear rough jeans
To love the gentle quiet scenes.
To want a hand, or want no touch
Or find that loving means so much.
I only know the beating drum
Of where my truest self has come.
A human spirit, brave and free
Unburdened by what others see.
Let me just be the air I breathe
The quiet truths I interweave.
No need to choose a side or flag
Just walk the path without the drag.
Of expectations laid on me
A simple, flowing liberty.
