bitch- a woman with too much power.

A woman who is bossy.

They definitely called me that.

Dyke, a strong or aggressive lesbian.

I received that comment many times.

Heshe, a person defined by negating or defying the 

normal gender expressions.

I know I've heard it.

Liar, broken, and minx- a person who is asexual,

plenty of comments along those lines.

Masochist: a person who pleasures in receiving pain.

No one else ever had to call me that.

Why else would I damage myself and stay here?

So in a world where people strip me down for things outside,

how am I supposed to love what's inside?

People disrespect my name,

disrespect my choices,

disrespect my opinions,

then tell me to be complex.

It just empties you out,

implodes who you are,

makes you wonder what could possibly be left

for you to do except report your findings.

some people are cruel,

most people are complacent,

and mirror neurons make you want to be nice,

or at least to conform enough to get along.

I want my complexity to be understandable,

but it's gone, parts are hidden, the map is lost,

and I'm alone in the dark.

"I'm sure someone will come along soon."