Technically...

Technically, I’m an immigrant;  

I wasn't born here. 

Technically, I’m too young, 

just shy of a year. 

Technically, I’m inexperienced, 

barely know the rudiments. 

Technically, I’m a woman. 

Technically, I’m half gay. 

So I may act like I belong 

but 

technically, 

I don't. 

I nod my head like I understand 

the gossip, the memes, the references … 

and pretend to know what I’m doing 

in each and every one of my classes 

even though sometimes, 

I just don't get it. 

I am a teenager 

who isn't on Instagram. 

I am an “honors student” 

who scores Cs on tests. 

I am an athlete  

who ditches sports for theater. 

Sometimes, I wonder, 

Am I really a swordfighter 

with only four weeks of knowledge? 

Am I really a poet 

when I’m inactive more than I like to acknowledge? 

And don't even keep up with the rhymes or meter? 

Things couldn't be blurrier. 

So technically, no, I don't belong 

and I know it,  

but 

it’d be really great 

if you could just ignore that fact, 

and follow along 

with the act.