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.