Crisscrossed

There are so many things I never say,

and yet I say so many useless things

I find myself growing quieter and yet

filling up with so many ideas

no longer knowing where one begins and another starts

I begin to question the underpinnings of so much

that I know longer know what my opinions are

or whether I’m entitled to hold them

Because I am so categorized

privileged,

white,

female,

Canadian,

and yet I am also

so many more things and frustrated by the invisible lines drawn all around me that I am not allowed to cross.