Not entirely left or right, this or that.
of damaged flesh,
staying now with the old ones
my heart has been around.
I stand, a stranger at the edge of the door.
Wondering who can understand
My little estate is a comfort
I look at the cold earth;
I look at those who come before me ,
I am a scion, a chip off the old block
Not one or the other
I am something on the outside of him and her,
But I am them both.