I used to believe some things

About myself

That had no basis

In truth.

I used to believe

I had to hold my tongue

Cross my legs

Be pretty.

Now I believe,

Not that I am not expected

To do these things,

But that it is these things

That make me feel


With no purchase

On the truth of myself

Are ugly deceptions

That alienate me

From who I want to be.

I used to believe I was less

But now I know

I am so much more.