The doctor told you I was a boy.
You believed them.
My whole growing life you called me your son.
Because you thought I was a boy.
It was what you were told, right?
The kids around me saw me as a boy.
They thought I was a boy.
And so did my teachers.
Much like you, they all used masc terms on me.
I spent years having to use the boy's bathroom.
I spent years having to use the boy's locker rooms.
I spent years having to use the boy's fitting rooms.
And I spent those same years having to buy boy's toys and clothes.
But I didn't want them.
I didn't want to use the boy's bathroom.
I didn't want to use the boy's locker rooms.
And I didn't want to use the boy's fitting rooms.
I wanted girl's toys and clothes.
I wanted to use the girl's bathroom.
I wanted to use the girl's locker rooms.
I wanted to use the girl's fitting rooms.
But society wouldn't let me.
I wasn't a boy.
I was a girl.
I'm not your son.
I'm your daughter.
I was wrong.
Society was wrong.
The doctor was wrong.
YOU were wrong.
Don't call me your son.
Call me your daughter.
YOU ARE READING
Queer Poems
Poetry(Cover photo found on Google) I'm gonna apologize in advance for not updating this regularly. Coming up with these poems is harder than I thought. The first two were easy. But that was only because they randomly popped into my head.
