First,
they didn’t know
if I was laughing
or crying.
Next,
they didn’t know
if I was a boy
or a girl.
As if my face
were a riddle
they had to solve
before they could
look me in the eye.
I thought of answering—
“I am the storm
you can’t predict,
the line you can’t draw
without it blurring.”
But instead,
I let them drown
in their own questions.
Because if you need
to label me
before you see me,
you’ll never
really see me at all.