It's not you, It's me.

It's not you, 
It's me. 
You see,  
I don't fit  
the categories  
allotted to me. 
I'm passable, 
which makes it 
almost impossible 
to be known, 
as my whole self. 
In a world where "bi" 
Is becoming more known.  
No need to come out? 
A multi-way attraction  
is the acknowledgement 
that we have been socialized, 
traumatized, 
and it has been dramatized. 
It being bodies. 
Black, white, 
Short, tall, 
Smart, dumb, 
all binaries 
that don't fit everyone.
Isn't it ironic then 
That bi is almost there. 
A bi-nary in itself 
signifying two, 
equally halved. 
But they aren't the same. 

One is against the grain. 
And neither fit anyway. 
So that label doesn’t work, 
which means I don’t fit  
even in queer categories. 
But I don’t want to get stuck 
in one of those laboratories. 
Where people ask questions, 
so they can put me  
back in a box. 
And that’s not what I want, 
cuz who I am rocks.  
And what’s more, 
adding a new letter to the acronym 
doesn’t make people understand 
who you are, 
or even what you like. The letters LGBTQIA  
Do not have the same weight. 
Stigma running high, 
when people can’t be defined. 

People saying who I am 
is a sin. 
Churches  
wanting your membership, 
but not my hardship. 
Because I are real, 
fully who I am, 
in a way that isn’t  
defined by the world. 
In fact it’s non-conforming, 
and hopefully 
not performing. 
So let me be me, 
in all my complexity. 
Because you see, 
I am not two halves of a whole, 
I am just me.