Double Identity; Urges for Freedom

At first glance,

Material such as Hannah Montana and Avatar

Only quench the thirst for entertainment

That expresses itself as boredom.

Though, as a bit of my scrambled mind

Cleans itself like people wish their bedrooms did,

I peek into my barely cloudy past

And the remote to my visualization clicks

When what was then images

Of lightswitching identities

Metamorphs into an illustration

Of the challenge I and others embark on

Around and away from families

All with different themes.

The closest forms of our birth species

Are victims to the illusion

That those of us they look down on

Can only remain in the cookie cutter

Of the shape they expect us to be.

Yet, behind closed doors

And distance between us and families

Grows faster than a child,

We go from wheelchair in a lab

To flying free with friends who know us.

We go from secretive teen

To singing our hearts out

Our thoughts becoming a blanket

To cover those that accept and understand.

You're unchained along with Django.

And the reflection looking back

Is the warrior overcoming the close exposure

To society's "hidden" hypocrisy

That is engraved in "normality"

To be AND not to be yourselves.

Sooner or later, though

You wake from your freedom;

You log off and silence your true mind

To avoid the dialect of an "intellectual alec";

You might even take off the wig

And turn the A.C. on your cheeks

When you think about those

That somewhat match you.

I happen to enjoy

Acting in one-man performances

Surrounded by a non-existent audience,

Erupting dirty humor from in my mind

Out my finger tips

As a spiderclown on the World Wide Web

And discuss newer entertainment enthusiasms

To those with a linked understanding.

Yet I'm hearing a broken record

Of keeping the door open because of heat,

Lack of common enjoyment understanding

And possession of a bigger mind than anticipated.

Those of us that expose who we are

To the obstacles amongst out homes

Are then forced into silence and apology.

But there's no meaning to apologize

To transform into what's inside.

Maybe you're meant to like your gender and be opposite

Maybe you're meant to be a Na'vi

Maybe you're meant to sprout online.

And maybe,

As oppose to real life,

Monique Star is the one I'm meant to be.