self-known, a poem

wolf in sheep’s clothes, boy in woman’s clothes
fag in a straight family, but which mask do you wear?
can you still feel at home, impostor?
can you swim with the school, knowing you are not the same fish?
can you be what they think of you again?
they think you a war-torn land, famine riddled,
you are drought born, diseased and angry
you are all the things they see you as, 
and none of them
you are fire-warmed
moon-kissed, sun-blessed, and home to your love
but all of those things are made of you by another.
when your time comes, you will name yourself
you will look at the scars left behind, you will look at the kisses on skin
you will be at home in your flesh, you will want for nothing you are not already.
name yourself.
name yourself.
name yourself.


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