Tired of having to carve a spot for myself
Like someone trying to sit on a ledge thats a bit to small
Putting all my effort into this prized location
Just to feel myself slowly slipping away
Trying to grip the ledge and pull myself back
This is all i've wanted
Found the one spot i want to be
And i can't make myself fit
Don't always look to part
Won’t force myself to look the part
Can’t be strong
I am too tired and weak to even try
Want to be taken care of for a change
I spend my days caring for people
Don’t want to be on top
Never felt like that was my place
But i saw that word and i saw those people
And i wanted so badly to be with them
I saw myself in them
But no one else seems to see them in me
I'm trying to carve my spot
I keep slipping away from where i want to be
Context/Notes About This Poem: This is a poem written about being a disabled butch and carving out space for myself in a community often stereotyped as being strong.
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