Stars, Pineapples and Coffee Shops
When asked about my gender,
I used to respond with
“Oh, I’m a girl!”
But I never truly felt like I fit in that category.
I felt more like a puzzle piece
Desperately trying to fit
Into a space where I didn’t belong.
My gender is a strange thing.
It can feel like ten pineapples stacked in a trench coat
All on the verge of toppling over
But somehow staying afloat.
It can also feel like stars;
All kinds of them.
Stars that shine so brightly that you can see them no matter where you are;
Stars that are just barely visible but still give off a comforting glow.
It’s nice describing it that way because there are so many of them, you know?
My gender is a coffee shop:
Peaceful in the evening,
Chaotic in the morning,
Somewhere in-between during the afternoon.
My gender is a complicated thing.
It used to be a wrongly placed puzzle piece;
Squished, not comfortable,
And definitely in the wrong place.
Now, it is chaotic and unpredictable.
But you know what?
This puzzle piece finally fits
And my gender is finally something that I can fully embrace.