What that is like (Spoken word piece)

To the most feminine girl I have ever seen, what is it like to be you? How does it feel to be in the centre of attention when you walk into the room?

How does it feel to fit so tightly into boxes of expectations that years of magazines and media had set for you?

Or do you too feel lonely, knowing that those eyes can only reach a skin deep reflection of who you are?

Do you too find yourself cutting parts of yourself out to fit into those razor perceptions?

But I will never know what that feels like fully.

 

To the most masculine man in the room, how does it feel like to be the pinnacle of power?

To know that your voice will count over everyone else’s’ in this room?

Or do you feel cursed to never be able to show a sign of weakness or vulnerability, to know that a single tear, can negate years of masculinity that even privilege of your body cannot defend?

I will never know what it is like to be you fully.

 

To people with stable homes, the one with perfect families? Do you take it for granted, knowing that your blood will always be thicker than water?

Or do you too find it constantly rejected every time you try to let it flow through your body?

Or do you too thicken a bond with people , who may never flow in your veins, but find their way into your heart through a common path of pain, rejection, and struggle?

I will never know what that feels like fully.

 

To people with heteronormative sexualities, how does it feel like to hold your partner’s hand in public, never being afraid of what would be said to you?

Or do you too experience, the love that is rarely shown in pictures, and touch bodies that are carved with stories deeper than any book you have ever read?

Or do you too find yourself fighting passionately for the life you lead, and the love you so deeply defend?

I will never know what it is to be you fully.

 

To people who fit into a single culture, country, and religion, what is it like to belong to a community larger than yourself?

Do you too find it hard not to question all that has been fed to you?

Or do you too are afraid of violating as single convention in a risk of rejections?

I will never know what it feels like to be you fully.

 

For you see my world has no rules or boundaries. My colours run free past all those lines, painting a life fat beyond the one this world defines.

For you see the same rules hat tie you together can also suffocate.

For the same binds that ones exclude can also liberate.

And you may not know what that freedom feels like fully.

 

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