I’ve been thinking a lot about where I should fit
As someone whose gender has felt rather knitted together
By all of the thoughts that have gone through my head
And all of the pressures from others and things that they said
To deny me expression
To force me to question
To make up the reasons
Why when they were teasing
It’s all for the better
That every sharp word and each furious letter
Is for my own good.
And that’s how it should be
I do not agree.
I am my own woman, and while I don’t fit
Quite so neatly in boxes you’ve made nor sit
Oh so primly and act what you think of as lady-like
Yet I live and I love, I am dyke, I am queer
You may not be listening yet but I’m roaring
And in time you’ll hear.