Genuine

The struggle can be real

A fight we face

To be accepted

Say we succeeded

Trying to live while our duties, responsibilities,

Titles

Mother, daughter, sister, brother, lover, friend

Surround us

Pushing and pulling in all directions

We go down one road

Another appears

We follow it, not knowing the distance

But knowing we need to find out what’s at the end of it

An answer we’ve known all along

We don’t claim to be anything new

We are not specious in our appearance

Unlike the models dressed up head to toe

Covered in the foundation that runs our society

Or calamari that’s coated in flour

We come as we are

To make life our own