I woke up like this
I don’t have to try to be anything
I just am
Calmly traversing boundaries in the oasis that is my own body
In my veins, there is no separation of blood
I am perfectly formed in my mother’s womb
Knitted from strands of stories, genes, histories, formed,
I blink into the world and I know nothing.
I stretch into my fingers
Unfurl them like leaves
And I grow.
I don’t have to try
To be myself.