#heartivism

I am not your stud or femme (all the time)

I am not your daddy

And definitely not your mommy

Shape-shifting into visibility

Never producing authenticity

Living no fucks given full body laughter

In spaces beyond must do to be

I become a body free

Raised by woodland creatures

Raised on the sex of flowers and moss

I have always lived in imaginary spaces

Where I am unquestionably valid

I have always been happiest

When I quit mainstream expectation

And sometimes, I end up alone

Happy, alone, if

I let authenticity bloom

And rediscover visibility

In the reflections of people