"Just be normal."
I ask: "how?"
Normal is skinny bodies
Unmuscular and dainty
Waiting for the perfect man to sweep them up
Me?
I dream of having strong thighs
bulging biceps
and shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world
Normal is choosing a side
You can love one
or the other
but definitely not both
Me?
I dream of feminine lips to kiss
And strong hands holding my hips
I refuse to settle on one
Normal is prayer
Sundays spent at alters
Pastors waving their hands to the heavens
Me?
Sundays are for self care
Spent far away from the confides of religion
Riding the line of indulgence and gluttony
How can I be normal
When normal is a distant island
Surrounded by waters
I have no intention of crossing?
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