there is fire in our hearts

we have been taught
to check boxes to
describe our beings

it tricks us into thinking
our identities can
be singular in meaning

but the truth is

we can be everything

sweaty wild dancefloor beasts
quiet scrawling tea-sippers
angry banner-waving marchers

sometimes who we seem to be
and who we really are
seem to be at war

in the end
what really matters
is whether we have
honored the fire
in our hearts

whether we allow it
to light the world around us
or suffocate it in a single place.