You call me your prince.
You call me mama's little man.
But I'm neither of those things.
I never was and never will be.
I don't even look like a boy anymore.
And yet, you still call me a boy.
You still call me he instead of she.
You misgender me without realizing it.
Can't you see I'm a girl?
Can't you see I'm not your prince?
Can't you see I'm not mama's little man?
Can't you see I'm not a boy?
I'm not your prince.
I'm not mama's little man.
I'm not your little man.
I'm not your son.
I'm your daughter.
Can't you see that?
Why is that so hard for you to understand?
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Queer Poems
Poetry(Cover photo found on Google) I'm gonna apologize in advance for not updating this regularly. Coming up with these poems is harder than I thought. The first two were easy. But that was only because they randomly popped into my head.
