The Race We Run
Queer by design.
My resume is full of trans experience
I've been described as coloring outside the lines.
But why would I stay in your lanes when GOD gave me the whole book to use?
So I dig my well deep, and keep drawing...I see my using my own water as necessary. You perceive it as a threat to you.
In your traumatizing fear you paralyze my truth to a caricature on a stage. But I get up from the crippling, with sage for my age.
Not shade to anyone, but my light is not a drag...I don't "dress up" for your enjoyment there is no song and dance to be had.
I refuse to play your Medea just because your grandma's love failed you. And as I write this your "tips" are being refunded, because you cannot buy this freedom beau.
But I do pray someday you find it, and your place in the sun. Because
Leaping over stigmatized walls and powering through oppressive stereotypes is a race we're both called to run.