Trapped In The Margins

In the face of a white man, I’ll always be a black woman.

I only get to be myself when I’m by myself.

Gender, identity, preferences blur then fall away all together.

I don’t have to pretend to be everyone that I’m not.

I’m tired of trying on someone else’s persona in order to feel more accepted by a society that didn’t want me anyway.

I can only play the game for so long and now I’ve grown weary of it all.