Label Me Cuz I Fit Nowhere
To boosey to be hood, to wild to be tamed, to cute to be gay, to broken to be straight. What am I? We constantly fight to not be labeled & put in a category, but what when your uncategorized life leaves you as the only of your kind? Your kind…How can there be a kind without a category? We refuse words and then recreate them with new ones. But I truly spiral in the middle having not enough ground to relate to anyone. To grounded to be lost, to lose to be found. Who am I?
