As I look through
A distant hole
Into the realm of an unknown binary
I contemplate where I'd fit in
Would I fit in with the aggressive, burly type
Who beat their chest with balled hands and yell loud battle cries
Or the silent, thoughtful type with petite frames
Who look at the covers but never see what is inside of books
I sigh
Realizing I'll never fully fit in with this broken system
But then, I smile
Because I don't have to fit in
I don't have to be a stereotype
Because while this binary beats a pace around me
I'll march to my own beat
And maybe, someday,
I'll have someone to join me.