Fat, black, nonbinary.
I have christened myself a monster:
People shrink from me.
Few want to know me
Unless it is as a curiosity.
I am pitied, a target on my slouched back to see.
But in my despair I am somehow free,
When eyes despise me regardless.
My head is bare to the heavens,
An elegant freak without the fuss.
People spitting at me is no less painful.
Stares from strangers hurt just the same.
My existence of shame, forever shameful
Now I have learned to play the ‘normal’s’ game.
My freedom stabs bigots like a blade;
I no longer desperately want to be like them.
I drop my pretence at longing to be human
And embrace my monster like they embrace
Fashion trends.
