I came here thinking I knew who I was

What labels fit me

What boxes were mine

But then they were folded

inside out, outside in, 

an origami of my identity.

I cam here thinking I knew who I was 

Packing my wardrobe back home I brought

1-2-3-4-5 dresses.

After all, I am

cookie-cutter/plain vanilla/rule-follower of the gender norms/simple Sara

I cam here feeling afraid

Afraid of you - would you judge me?

Afraid of me - would I find out who I am?

Afraid of her - would she leave me?

I came here wanting comfort

Reassurance that I am 

cookie-cutter/plain vanille/simple Sara,

to feel right in my own skin

to be who I am,

not what others want.

I cam here thinking I knew who I was

and I will leave here with my world turned upside down.