CONTENT WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS DETAIED DESCRIPTIONS OF INTERNALIZED TRANSPHOBIA & INTENTIONAL MISGENDERING
âTranssexual embodiment, like the embodiment of the monster, places its subject in an unassimilable, antagonistic, queer relationship to a Nature in which it must nevertheless exist.â â Susan Stryker
A human is born
A life has begun
Is it a boy or a girl?
You must pick one
âItâs a girl!â they exclaim,
Teeming with joy.
But what if that human
Is really a boy?
âSit like a ladyâ they say,
Your knees must touch;
âJust put on the dressâ they said,
âStop making a fuss.â
Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy!
Itâs all she hears.
Losing her femininity
Is something she fears.
Fear of losing the attention,
The praise and the love,
So she puts on clothes
That fit her like a glove.
She grows her hair out
Year after year,
Because deep inside her
Is the fear
That one day theyâll call her
A tomboy again,
And sheâll lose her femininity
Before she really can
Grapple with the fact
That sheâs not a girl,
And that this gender façade
Makes her want to hurl.
Until age fifteen,
She puts on an act,
Until she knows
For a fact
That this act
No longer works.
Inside her,
This feeling lurks.
But he knows his body
Will never conform
To social ideals
And so heâs torn.
Does he put in the effort
To be seen?
(And what does that
Even mean?)
It means he struggles
Day in and out,
And his mind
Is filled with doubt.
Transness is beautiful,
Transness is great;
But as a trans man,
Iâm filled with hate.
Iâm tired of keeping quiet
With nowhere to speak up,
Iâve hereby decided
I donât give a fuck.
Political correctness
Gets you nowhere in life;
Iâm not a poster child,
I donât determine whatâs right.
Iâm allowed to be human,
Iâm allowed to make mistakes.
Iâm now living my life,
And I refuse to wait.