flexibeast.space - poetry

“Too much Fabulous, too much”

Too much Fabulous, too much -
suffocating me, drowning me.

Not a glorious affirmation,
but a mould i know i can never
pour myself into
without losing me.

The Fabulous you continually use
to represent queerdom
tells me
i am not Queer.

Yet, despite not being Queer,
i am, nevertheless, queer.

Where can i see myself, or
at least a potential version of myself?

Is there no other aesthetic
than Fabulous?
Is being queer entirely specified
by Fabulous?

Is there no other way to
empower all of us
disempowering some of us?

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