Their eyes speak to me.
They tell me what they think of my husk, inject me with hues
They tell me to get in line
They tell me to wear a mask
They tell me to drape myself in thick colorful robes.
Sometimes they question me, clouds of lavender obscuring their vision.
They dress me with their special words, useless definitions like ill-fitting garbs.
They ignore me beneath the layers of their classifications, conversing with falsities.
My eyes speak to them.
I am no color of cloth
I am a shimmering reflection of the night sky
I am a supernova in slow motion
I am star dust, a galaxy of spinning soot and vibrating energy.
I am alive.
Full of colors, yet full of nothing.
Invisible and illusionary.
Nebulous yet tangible.
Authentic and undefined.
Light peaks beneath the heavy labels they pile on my shoulders, and they wince.
Do they see me, exploding, destroying their ensemble, and turn away?
Do they choose to live in fiction, preserving the crumbling infrastructure of their world through ignorance?
I shed my skin and bones
I refuse to hide
I am naked
I shine
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This week the theme was ‘gender’. Unlike in the past, I started with the imagery. I was initially having trouble deciding how i’d like to describe my gender in words.
I wanted to use abstract concepts to portray that. I think using an object, or a space like the galaxy works well for that. It’s beyond our own earthly definitions.
I often think of gender as something other people put onto me. I personally never think of my gender when I think of who I am; it has nothing to do with me.