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And further to the theme of Coming Out Day, a loud slam poem about self defining and roles.
“Is it just assuming a role?” she asks
Why yes, but for heaven’s sake
Not just gender but all identity’s performative
And I’m sick of being forced
Into being faux (or assumed) heternormative
Normative at all in fact, I don’t want
Unbroken skin, brown hair, or not
To have my mother in a whirl
Because you say it’s a role,
But all of me is, is many
And always will be, my own silent soliloquy,
For when there are no words,
When a fuck you, or an identity, gives me
Hope, or purpose or just something to be
Something to feel I am, for others
So that I can be there, to be loved
Or hated, or ignored, but without that
All the lies and rumours and hostility
Is true, and not in the way that I want
So this, all this, the style, the actions, the loves
Are all just me, roles, but what I want
And should, and need to be, complete
Imperfect, changing, and essential