Biology-the study of life
Creating the law to determine a husband or wife
Discovering the natural order
Redefining what it means to be her
Picking apart everything organic
Searching for answers within the Atlantic

An art and a science in one
Perfecting the imperfect and I am just done
Yet it can’t explain me
I have become a busy bee
Reading your words
As they scatter like birds

I scream into the abyss of the unfairness
I wish for an answer of the unkindness.
For how can I defy the laws we made
How come I am so afraid?
Society continues to scrutinize
Refuses to revolutionize

You tell me I’m impossible
You tell me I’m wrong, broken even
You tell me I’m young and brash
Once I become an adult things will change
Once I meet the right one
I will be fixed
Or you will fix me, won’t you?

They push and pull me everyday
But it is only a display
Struggling to understand these things
Navigating the stone between my ribs
Trying to see the impossible as possible
They are balancing on the tip of my blade
And I haven’t decided where they will fall

I’m not biologically possible
Intimacy and love are life
The touch and presence of another is divine
I don’t know what I am missing
Since I never felt it fading
Maybe the weakness didn’t register in my head
Maybe that disgust is love that I bled
That chill down my spine is intimacy
Maybe, possibly, ridiculously, traditionally

Or I’m just not alive like you
You live for all of them and I for so few
If you took the science out of feelings you would understand
We could finally stand hand-in-hand

But you don’t care
And I am done being there
For I’m not broken
I’m alive, maybe more than your chosen one
Biology is the study of life
But it is not the study of me.