Trivialized

Ohh am I offending you too much?

Am I challenging your understanding of my gender and the social norms you have built around it?

Should I be more docile? More poise?

Should I be more graceful?

Should I keep my legs together and hand to myself while I speak?

So that I don't grab too much attention?

Because why would I need attention?

Why would I need my voice to be heard?

When I have people assuming what I want and fulfilling my apparent wishes.

So instead of getting into the lime light, I should go back to being *apparently* presentable. Making it easier for you to fit me into a little box, turning me into an object that pleases your eyes and doesn't take up too much space. Because you know if you don't restrict me, I'll occupy every inch of your world and even the thought of that scares the shit out of you. 

But this little box has suffocated me enough. I'm tired of holding myself back, just so that I don't make you uncomfortable. So that I can continue to be something you don't give a second thought to. 

You look at me and try to understand me. But that’s where you go wrong. You can’t understand and analyze me. I am a feeling. I am art. You don't dissect, you can’t perceive it within the boundaries of your mere understanding. You have to feel it.