Anna Wakefield Poet Free verse

The Difference

I identify as both
and neither.

I felt myself 
With this self.

So why when I walk
Is it an invitation?

I do not exist for you, 
Or you,
Or them,
Or anyone.

I exist for me. 

As my age has enlarged,
So has the hubris
The stares 
And expectations.

I do not walk for you
Or talk for you.

So why are my steps only safe 
And my words valid
When accompanied?

Why is touching
Groping
Harrassing
Stalking
Acceptable, or brushed off.

I have my identity, 
But the world will always expect
Me to come second,  
And to smile while you yell.

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