Found between the meeting of positive and negative energy

Feminine and masculine appearances that ripple androgynous vibrations

Cultures that are seemingly unrelated or perhaps unfriendly otherwise

A blend, a concoction, a curiosity.

They do not know a single home, because they walk the border between worlds

A living question mark

Sometimes fighting to prove their purpose,

that their life is still full, instead of ‘half-empty’, or broken, or “exotic.”

The glue. The sticky in between.

The place where “huh?” meets “aha!”

I walk the border between these looks

I walk the border between these colors

I walk the border between these fields

I move. I make. I find.

Despite my curious appearance, my curious passions, and my uniquely curious path.


Jasmmine Ramgotra