Where i belong and where I should be sometimes feels like 2 very different things.
Asked impolitely, to fit into boxes not fit for my shape.
Goaded, to have hope, as I am made to walk off the plank, a spectating crowd awaits.
With a smile, I refuse, because what I have is stronger.
Faith.
The kind, that makes you revere me, even as you curse the ground on which I walk!
Because,
While your curled lips weave webs to hide your sight from my still gaze, your design betrays you.
You will,
Perceive Me.