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.
Jealous?
©haylesmaree
