Let them think I’m Oedipus

because my mom was gay.

Let them think I’m into drag

instead of Rocky Horror-like cosplay.

Let them spin their little tales,

rewrite my life in jest.

They’ll never see the heart of it—

the parts that I know best.

Let them think I’m something else,

some story they adore.

I’ll walk my path unbothered, bold,

and love my darling even more.