it is said there’s an invisible knapsack
and they dare me to unpack it
and to start where it hurts
or feels uncomfortable, so sorry my
mind turned to your curt email,
sealed your fate as black sheep
took a fantasy too far- so judged-
world sucks life’s trudged up
to ignorance again,
it’s the radical that gets me, gender
queers, the bawdy binary outlaws-
but my part time uniform
is full slave labor maid ensemble.
so cisgendered, can’t help but
cling to the straps, aching back
loathing the personality split.