searching

Layered like an onion skin,

What if something is missing?

Unknown and "too young"

My own thoughts crammed up inside my stomach

Too tightly attached to know what to do or where to go

How do I know?

Why do I have to know?

Mention the marches and the violence

The ribbons of colour that are a danger to wear

You'll see me rise to twice my height

And recite the melodies of my heart

The note-bashing of unspoken anger, a memory.

I don't know who I am,

But I know what I want.

I want a world where you aren't misunderstood.

The words they twist

The glowsticks they snap

Makes you think once you choose one

There's no changing that.

Undecided as of yet,

And it shouldn't be a crime

To walk with the Pride of the ancestors

And speak with the joy they represent.

They loved who they loved -

Good for them.

Never a punishment in sight,

That's the future I seek

Without declarations of equality and peace

On conditions where we all stay bleak.

Secretive measures, God, it's as if we have claws

But if I did, I'd prove them right

I hate your middle age appeals

To shut out the brightness and sew shut our lips

Or else you'll hear all of what must be said.

A proud, proud, life.

The thing that I'll miss

Could it be the person inside me

Who I want to represent?

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