you’ll find who I am away from the straight and narrow: in strides attracting cold stares, moronic misinterpretations and a dictionary of names made irrelevant before queer joy in a face blessed by a tired boy relinquishing a redundant ego, allowing this woman an overdue life in an unfiltered aesthetic caught up in a surging sapphic tide, a cycle of masc and fem seasons reminding me I’m finally alive, healing from the years I lost in the way I still find euphoria in the attention of pretty girls, roaming eyes and reassuring smiles dosing my heart with fruity abandon in the promises of a new family bound in pledges of vibrant survival, undeterred by a tyrant’s world we’ve already defied by being us ready to find me yet?
you’ll find who I am – Carmilla Williamson, BA (Hons) Creative Writing
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