I’ve told you that I want it and I still do
despite my struggle to find a compelling reason
despite that neither of us ever have

I sewed a dress when I was young
white tulle scratching my face and thighs
longing for something that I couldn’t comprehend

the safety in being claimed
day to day, it carries me
I haven’t yet because I am waiting

I am waiting for the right voice
that will say the name and mean
I finally belong