Short Story and Poem Collection

8.

I have to chose boy or girl,
But the thought of it makes my stomach curl
I question myself to think,
Should I pick blue or pink?

Do I dress in a crop top and booty shorts,
Or a boy's shirt that's made for sports?
Do I grow out my hair really long,
Or cut my hair short to belong?
Do I go to prom in a dress,
Or wear a tux to impress?
Do put makeup on,
Or should I mow the lawn?
Do I go shopping for the day,
Or hangout with the boys on Friday?

All these questions make me wanna scream,
If only I could chose, that would be a dream
I really don't know what I want
When I'm older, would I be an uncle or aunt?
It's frustrating to not know who I am
Should you call me sir or ma'am?
I can't ever pick a side
Would I be a groom or bride?

Then one day, someone told me
That I could be
He, she, or thee
I asked what they mean
And they said, "You can be a boy, girl, or somewhere in between."

I never knew such a thing existed
Suddenly my thoughts were shifted
I've started wearing and using unisex things
I finally feel like I have wings
I use the they/them term
Being non-binary is something I confirm

Some people don't believe me
I'll be who I want to be
And nobody has to agree
Don't let people push you down
Cause we all wear crowns