They and I

June 14, 2014

there are the pans and the hets and the homos

but no others like me, no others

to talk to about the unfairness and the injustice

no one to complain irrationally to and have them just

understand

and sometimes thats okay because

they are them and they are wonderful

and i am me and i am fine

we are all more than those labels,

more than the categories we are grouped into

and sometimes its not okay because

they are them and they don't get it

and i am me and i am alone.

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