You know me as Michael
You call me Michael
We are in love
I am 31
You are younger than me
But at home I am not recognized
So they call me as they see fit, what they are comfortable with.
And then you call me ‘she’ and nothing or
michelle around them.
You betray me
Because we are not free.
Is my face a betrayal to you, too?
Too soft to stand up to Michael?
I fought with you about the vaccines
all because I wanted us to be free
because the creature had tainted you for me
and I felt, can’t I at least have, can’t we
be one, on this?
The City Bard 