i DID
i PTSD
i ADHD
i autism
i activist
i educator
i advocate
i volunteer
i teacher
i technician
i troubleshooter
i scientist
i bisexual
i female
i nonbinary
i cis
i sex positive
i polyamorous
i vagina museum staff
i person with vagina
i immigrant
i racialised
i blue hair
i rainbow clothes
i chef
i crochet artist
i sewist
i poet
i friend
i lover
i sister i auntie i catmum
i human
i person
i worthy
i whole
you stranger
you intruder
you authority
you questioner
you assessor
you reporter
you interogator
you glancer
you judge
you jury
you executor
you persecutor
this is a poem about a person with many conditions
a person with many sides and many facets
and like a diamond, a ball, or a five hundred year old cropolite
it is not possible to see all sides at the same time in a snapshot
this is called having four dimensions
is masking a lie
if masking helps to keep them alive
in a world unsafe
a world imposing
a world of judgement
and endless harrassment
I will die for you
For dying is easy
I will not live for you
Or for anyone
If my life is unbearable
I can live for joy, for freedom, and for love
I can live for happiness, for connection and for
synchronicity
When my brain waves align
With Butternut, or with Jay
That is ecstasy
But teaching the kids or paying the bills
The daily toil of cooking, of laundry
Of the smelly lift and effing commute
I do not live for that
That is not life
I do not want to serve capitalism
But I am alive and therefore I must
I live for the good times
But the toil of earning the freedom to do so
Day after day, year after year
If that is all that life is, then I would rather die.
I live to create, I live to connect, I live to enjoy.
I do not live for any one soul,
But if my death would benefit you in a way that makes me joyous
I will die for you
