i am them, always

A poem that I've written in my English Education class
that I wanted to share since it is the fruity season.

i am them, always.

i was her until i was them

and it just made so much sense.

so i was them in another tongue,

and they were me until i was stung

with reality and evidence.

this poor societal,

grammatical preference.

a strange prevalence

that heeded to evidence;

a dreadful consequence

that was beyond coincidence,

and it was all for your own convenience.

so i was she in layman’s terms,

even when i knew i could never be her;

or leave her, or see her, or feel her.

so to give myself to the world,

i swallowed my barb wire words.

that choked like ropes, believing i could cope

even when it left me breathless like hope.

so i was them, until i was her–

but all it did was rhyme with hurt.