Dear Body,

I’m sorry 

For all of the hate you're given

I know you're just trying to make a living

And go on with your life as it is

But every day you're seen in a mirror

And at that moment you’re seen clearer

It was a dark room. Dark enough that it was hard to tell whether my eyes were open or closed, unless I was looking at the chains that bound my wrists—a dull silver color.

Many people can’t fathom

my language

or why I communicate 

in a manner different 

than them.

They fear oddity,

panicking at the individual

who will violate

the common order 

I am an emerald waterfall flowing with knowledge,

Running through life like a wolf. 

While my imagination is like sea, always more to discover.

There’s more to me than what meets the eye, 

And only some can see it.