who is(are) s((t)he(y))
a bean sprouted instead of a stalk
my gait, my walk, I was new
but never quite right, so you
changed me by name and
admired my existence
when others reduced themselves
to shame and confusion. I could sense
the questions floating around right
next to my head, like flies attracted to
the sweet sugar that others saw
was salt. I wasn't sure what it was,
perhaps a mixture of skittles
and m&ms in only one bowl...
no wonder people were afraid of me
I wasn't what they expected
and I never will be anything
but a miracle in my own body.
when I danced I saw myself
a reflection that couldn't be seen
with even a spider's eyes.
the web was made of a material
I could not call home, so I
built my own. A body not mine
would still be mine, and over time
I grow to love it inch
by inch.