The Thoughts That Cross My Mind When I Incorrectly Call Myself "Bisexual"
I embrace a view
That does not belong.
I belong to a group, forever
considered to be unreal, forever
considered to be misidentifying
individuals, who are too
confused to know themselves.
I chose a name
that was not my own,
that determined who I was,
that said I couldn’t be other-than.
I am other-than. I am not
the name I have chosen, because
who I am is more complicated
than a name claiming to be me,
claiming to represent me.
I am not who you think I am, perhaps
because I have been calling myself
something different, something far
different from who I am.
Surely you understand.
I think everyone understands how it
feels to be considered something
you’re truly not, even when
some of us accept this false name.
Well, no more conforming
to society’s rules, established by
an eagle god who asks for less diversity.
I struggle in a nation that is
demanding less from me yet
wants more than I can offer.
I am who I am.
I will do what I can.
Nothing can change that.
Not even the name
I falsely call myself.