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Fin Rose

Becoming Me
To some this might sound strange,
For they are already “Them”,
But to others, this will resonate
Like an ear worm, you just can’t shake.
I learned to be palatable,
Easily Digestible, bite sized
Just enough, but not ‘too much’
Useful and yet neglect-able.
I tell myself, “Don’t neglect your true existence for the comfort of others. It is not sustainable.”
And so, I strive to be… me
The real me, whom I have come to love.
Though I did not recognise them at first,
It has been the most sublime discovery, becoming me.
Me, I am a colourful oak tree,
Unabashed and tall, full of life.
Me, I am a flowering cactus,
Beautiful, fierce, and complex.
Me, I am a constellation,
Guiding myself through this dark world. My own North Star.
In becoming me I reject being malleable and ‘just enough’
I embody resistance.
I am anarchy.
Trans me, Queer me,
Joyful me, Proud me.
Authentically, unapologetically, me.
My radical act of self-love.