Boxes

Don’t put me in your box

‘Cause I’ll burst out toward the skies

All the edges and cardboard walls

Can’t hide my unprejudiced eyes.

 

Been hiding from the world

Been hiding from myself

Been trying to conform

- I don’t fit on your shelf.

 

The heart wants what it wants

And mine has an affinity for femininity

It doesn’t fit in my theology

But perhaps it does in my biology.

 

So love me the same

I know you’ll say you will

But back it up and be true

I’m the same person still.

 

Just throw the boxes out

And let me fit them all

A multi-faceted soul

Those boxes were too small.

This poem is about: 
Me

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