the imposter
you are the flower in the field that is yet to bloom
the one overflowing with colours
concealed by trauma
existing in a space you do not belong
mingling with those who could not imagine
the journey you took to overcome
the obstacles denying you access to this field
and they are performative allies
actors reciting a script
methods of their empathy does not resonate
with your lived experience
and you grew in a dark room so you struggle to bloom in the light
you struggle to hide the scars that leaves you feeling like an outcast
despite the years of existing within this field
the years of dimming your exposure
the years of drinking their water
because you are not them
they will never relate to you
you can exist in their field
but you will always be the flower waiting to bloom
Comments
Post a Comment