but that's not entirely true.
People are so easy to read.
We bleed emotions even in the way we drink a cup of coffee.
No one seems to notice though.
They're all too busy drinking their own damn coffee.
They call me honey, sweetie, love, baby, cutie,
but your tongue has never known mine.
Weirdo, freak, idiot, stuck-up, ignorant, psycho, bitch,
but your teeth have never penetrated my skin.
Boys cry,
girls masturbate,
boys can like pink and not be gay,
girls can have short hair and not be lesbian,
boys can like ballet,
girls can like video games,
boys can be beautiful without a six pack,
girls can be handsome without a hairless body,
boys have dandruff,
girls have stretch marks.
I am strong and caring.
I am logical and intuitive.
I am simultaneously one of the kindest and rudest people you will ever meet.
I am opinionated and indecisive.
I am insecure and confident.
I am ugly, I am beautiful, I am bursting with life.
I am home to strange and brilliant thoughts.
I am a messy perfectionist.
I am innocent and cunning.
I am heavily flawed but I am still better than good enough.
I am so much and I will never again, allow myself to be reduced to a single word.
Even when existing, I am still so much more.
They say I'm too quiet, too loud.
If someone would stop and listen,
they'd hear I'm on an entirely different frequency.
I say I'm me
an entity
an absence
everything
nothing
Leroy
李 如 玉
Linda Davies
