Confection (working title)
A poem inspired by the reclamation of the perceptions of my neuro-queerness
Confection
by Isazela Amanzi, October 2023
they say that
fear of rejection
yields
not protection
but loss
of true connection…
or is it that
real rejection
consistently deployed
and clumsily disguised
as hollow affection
evades not my detection
but that of complicit eyes?
how can it be that
my lack of selection
born of your projection
cast in my direction
because my inflection
fails your comprehension
of imagined perfection
is my own fault?
upon reflection
it is your vision
that needs correction
for my acceptance
is not subject
to your inspection
does not depend
on your election
does not exist
for your impression
in my recollection,
i am a fucking confection
and my apprehension
is a justified tension
as long as your misconception
that i must fit in your collection
stands not between me and my dignity
but between my dignity and my life
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