The Black Flamingo

by Dean Atta

You are a full human being. It’s never as simple as being half and half.

“Why does it matter if he’s black?” Adding, “The other flamingos don’t care.” And I am certain what he’s saying is: “I love you.”

I close my eyes, picture my position on the coastline; see the whole country, continents, and planet, feel reassuringly small.

If he is himself, how could he not look like himself?”

Correct those who say they knew before you did. That’s not how sexuality works, it’s yours to define.