I used to wear dresses and play with dolls
While wishing I was playing in the mud.
I used to go shopping and wear lots of pink
While wondering what boxers would feel like.
Now I know what I am, I don’t question for a second.
But everyone else
What do they see?
I look like a boy through and through.
Everybody calls me he at first.
Then I talk to them.
My voice is high.
They notice something is up
And they apologize
And I die a little inside.
“May I go to my locker?”
“Yes, ma’am, you may.”
Can’t you see I’m a boy? Are you blind?
My full name… what boy is named that?
Mother, why? Why label me this?
There’s a boy, locked inside a girl’s shell
And he’s lost.
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PoetryPoems and stories about my struggles with being a transgender teen.