I’ll never forget the day
when I finally figured out who I was.
No labels,
no political correctness,
nothing neat and easily explained.
I was a blend of terms and ideas and styles and blood.
All of it, all over the place.
Took me a while to shut out the noise
and see for myself.
But when I got it, I really got it.
The emperor finally found his clothes.
Her clothes.
My power suit, so to speak.
Feathers flying like they were meant to all along.
So I leveled my gaze and went for it.
Pen in Motion 