I'm sorry I'm not invited to the man club
I was unaware I had to leave so much behind
Like beaded bracelets and thinner fabrics
For the sake of being seen by you
I'd like to believe it's only my clothes
Or maybe they just want to see if I'm someone they recognize
But I can't help but feel like I have to earn their respect
I have to earn the right to be called by my name
I need to dress in straight legged pants and thick jackets that hide my torso
Because I'm just too god damned confusing
A part of me knows even with the beard they won't see me fully
There will always be their stares
Always the slip up as soon as they know
And then it's back to them calling you "human"
For a word that describes us all
They couldn't find a way to make it more othering
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18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir
Non-FictionPoems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3