you told me to grow up
and stop living in my head.
well, i'm telling you to sit down, shut up,
and listen to me instead.
i realize it could be worse;
i know i could be dying.
but it ain't a curse
that's got me trying
to understand
how to buy more time,
how to buy fancy sweaters
that don't come with wool
how to convince people
coming out shouldn't be necessary
and intersectionality is crucial
and that not everyone
believes your god is important
why? why do we do anything?
i just want to help, like you claim to
but one of us always has to be better.
i'm suffocated, always the rioting one,
because the only other option is to shut up.
you'd prefer that, wouldn't you?
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