Me - 2014
My head is raw
from popping up
through taped down boxes
like a cat
I find a gap
and push
Boxes labelled
male
female
gay
rabble-rouser
troublemaker
I pop through
your Jack, your Jill in the Box
keeping me still in the box
'til you've wound me so tight
I take flight
No matter what you need to hear
I'm still coming out queer
past your fear
If you need a different label
call me able
to be what I need to be
My friend Sheila sees no danger
She calls me "Earth Angel"
and I tend to agree
because I want to be free
and I'll gravitate
away from hate
Life is all about labels
and the fables
you've been told
since you were one day old
in pink or blue
not what's true for you
with a kiss on your head
clothes laid out
pants for prince
dress for princess
but what you feel in your heart
no one cares less
I've been railing on gender subjugation
with friends and relations across every nation
dreaming of a time
when my life will be mine
when I can rest without fear
and just be me...
Gender free
-Gillian Cornwall, c. August 9, 2015
Blossoming
Gillian Cornwall, c. Spring, 2015
