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I think of it as a pie
An identity pie
Each slice a different size
And if you take a piece away
Remove it from the pan
Put it into someone else’s hands
Hide it from the whole
If you take a piece away
The crust begins to crumble

I think of it as a pie
An identity pie

I refuse to hide any piece of who I am
There have been times where this has made others uncomfortable
There have been times where this has made me vulnerable
There have been times where this has put me in physical danger

(thank you Kara)