I don’t know what my mother thinks of me

I’ve came out so many times

She says it’s a phase

It’s a phase

It’s a phase

But I’ve been this way since I was 10  

When I was experimenting with my bestfriend 

Hands round my neck I feel like I’m choking

This is me

This is who I am

Why can’t I be

I’m not straight

I’m not gay

I’m poly

I am me

There’s not a lot of recognition in the community 

We’re mostly overlooked

And outcasted

It’s not fair it’s not right

I want a change

It’ll never be the same