I grew up in a world of binaries, wherein having a pair is the ordinary. Mom always said to find something contrary, where scanning my match felt like a rare book in a library. I was always told to see the world in twos. One is for me, and one is for you. The girl is in pink while a boy should be blue, but I somehow feel misconstrued. She said, girls like to paint nails, dye hair, and play princesses, and boys do not cry. They get cars and skip consequences. Women should learn how to cook, clean, and obey be haste, while the husband is busy working on his manliness. I've come to question binaries of the zeros and ones of society. So much so for being rude to questions such authority, but what else can I do when I can't fit myself completely? A rebel and a run, running for the sun as I combine two separate entities into one and while I try to be myself, someone is pointing a gun because mixing two colors, races, roles, and dresses is not something fun. Turns out that paths aren't always true. A question can be answered by yes, no, and even maybe two. But once was icky and often screwed, can still be something good and new. I grew up in a world as told by the white males in society, where we move by pairs to exhibit orderliness and simplicity. But once you get to see the colors and nature's complexity, maybe it's not right to completely box somebody.