"133:" a Poem

Maybe

what I am

is loud

and angry

 

Or

at least

that's what I am

on the inside

 

Maybe

that's who I was

before a thousand voices

told me I was too female

 

Or

at least

they told me

I was emotional

I was quiet

I was inexperienced

I was young

 

I think

that my purpose

is to get

loud and angry

on the outside

 

Then maybe

I’ll stop feeling

too young

too quiet

too female

 

Then

I'll stop

wandering these roads

and wondering

Where Exactly

I’m supposed

to belong