If born on your terms
A witch
Many letters of the rainbow
too many of you hate
or mock
as if respecting humanity
is so burdensome
a bare minimum
that is beneath us all
Including the ones I use
To comfort your wrangling
Of your concept
A digestible me
Because people like me
Are consumable
Snackable
Bitable
Hittable
Invisible
Usable
Dispensable
Making you comfortable
Isn’t my preference
My pronouns aren’t for you
But your comfort
Creates permission
For me
to stay alive
Navigating
To exist until tomorrow
Is my biggest job
My strongest magic
Woven as independence
Never released
If only you let me be.