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.