The Space for the Supposed

what if the identities of the world

don't fit you?

like tight clothes forced on the big boned

because you're supposed to be thin

or a frown on a pretty face

because you're supposed to smile and grin?

what if it's bigger than that?

like a ding a ling

on a woman named Joan that loves to sing?

but nobody knows the true Joan

the voice that hits pitches high as the aves in the sky

since she hides it behind a low baritone

because she's supposed to be a guy.

and everyone calls her Joe

her idea

because if you aren't who you're supposed to be

then they haunt you

they rape you

they beat you

they kill you

you're wild game 

on an Earth where humans hunt humans

but think themselves above animals that do the same.

I wonder

in what space are we allowed to exist?

those that are supposed to be

but are not.