Behind the meetings and social gatherings,
behind the essence of unity,
I will never belong.
I don't belong.
I'm not queer enough.
No longer an ally,
I don't make sense.
I'm stuck, somewhere jammed
between the new and the old.
It's the forgotten.
Alone, among you, I fall.
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But when among this space,
sometimes, I feel a part.
I'm a color that doesn't feel part of the spectrum.
I came in too late,
season two of the season ones.
I've lived in a cave too long.
No matter how much I help, how loud I am, how cute I am,
I will not belong
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