Coming out…

Of what?

From where?

Where the hell was I before?

How have I emerged from a place I didn’t know I previously existed?

A place I can only assume didn’t actually exist until I strayed from “the norm”;

a label you didn’t know needed to be created for me,

until you realised you couldn’t accept or understand me without it.

Some kind of an “explanation” for my identity-

A requirement that doesn’t apply to you;

you and all of your straight edges.

I need a badge and you need nothing because you fulfill an assumption

and I fulfill a sense of unfamiliarity requiring a name.

I’ve turned into a “something” needing “figuring out”,

by people who are not figured out but incidentally do not need to justify their innate orientation to the world like I do.

Coming out…

From where?

Who was I before?

I am “me” yesterday, today and tomorrow,

So why is “me now” different to who I was yesterday,

simply because who I actually am is not who you assumed me to be?

The raw truth:

Assumptions, labels and preconceptions are your flaws,

not mine.

Who’s coming out?

You are.

You’re coming out as judgemental,

I’m just coming.



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