In a world that cannot see me,
A place forming thick, straight, immalleable lines on a meaningless mission,
Refusing to deviate from their exhausting path.
A place that encourages me to conceal,
To congeal into a stiff un-absorbent shape,
Heteronormativity, captivity, refusing to let me feel.
Bi bi world that refuses to see me,
Hello world that wants:
Someone who melts the rigid stuff,
Guiding the tough media under a hot flame,
Until finally! It moves freely.
Stretching out like freshly chewed bubblegum,
Warmly supported by the flame,
Arching and twisting into meaningful movement.
Finally able to scrape by,
As I embody my queer battle cry,
You strengthen me, my ally.
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