pronouns I
Forgive me if I’m quiet
my head is very loud
Some say I’m absentminded
As if I knew how
Where can I stay
To truly belong
Without needing to mourn
Or bleed to be one
Sometimes I want to be witnessed
Other times beg the jury disappear
Am I always on trial
For trying to be
Who and what am I
How does one define me
-Z.B.















