Never felt welcome. Always feared rejection. My lack of normal participation, Love my only anticipation. Love does not look the same for everyone. Mine’s like one of Delaunay’s portraits, With many colours and shapes that Confuse the straights. I don’t want to change your form, But it’s a command from the world. And so, as I stay hidden, you do too. Maybe someday you’ll be true. -Anastasia Raf