CONTENT WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS DETAIED DESCRIPTIONS OF INTERNALIZED TRANSPHOBIA & INTENTIONAL MISGENDERING

“Transsexual 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.”  – Susan Stryker

A human is born
A life has begun
Is it a boy or a girl?
You must pick one

“It’s a girl!” they exclaim,
Teeming with joy.
But what if that human
Is really a boy?

“Sit like a lady” they say,
Your knees must touch;
“Just put on the dress” they said,
“Stop making a fuss.”

Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy!
It’s 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 they’ll call her
A tomboy again,
And she’ll lose her femininity
Before she really can

Grapple with the fact
That she’s 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 he’s 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,
I’m filled with hate.

I’m tired of keeping quiet
With nowhere to speak up,
I’ve hereby decided
I don’t give a fuck.

Political correctness
Gets you nowhere in life;
I’m not a poster child,
I don’t determine what’s right.

I’m allowed to be human,
I’m allowed to make mistakes.
I’m now living my life,
And I refuse to wait.