You have not accepted my reality
And I am oblivious as to what yours
might be
It seems like I must cross a million hurdles
just to hold your hands
Hurdles that are all constructs of your expectations
Society, friend-circles
And maybe even experience
But they all seem ridiculously unfair
to me
I cannot be what you expect me to be
My arms have no more stretch left
My veins arise under the duress
of just living
And I live within my range
So, to be the what, how, where and who of
your fantasy
Is certainly impossible for me
I am not able to cross those hurdles
And unless you do
we will never be
I have shown you my reality
And it is you who refuse to meet me there
Copyright©2023 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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