The doctor told you I was a girl.
You believed them.
My whole growing life you called me your daughter.
Because you thought I was a girl.
It was what you were told, right?
The kids around me saw me as a girl.
They thought I was a girl.
And so did my teachers.
Much like you, they all used feme terms on me.
I spent years having to use the girl's bathroom.
I spent years having to use the girl's locker rooms.
I spent years having to use the girl's fitting rooms.
And I spent those same years having to buy girl's toys and clothes.
But I didn't want them.
I didn't want to use the girl's bathroom.
I didn't want to use the girl's locker rooms.
And I didn't want to use the girl's fitting rooms.
I wanted boy's toys and clothes.
I wanted to use the boy's bathroom.
I wanted to use the boy's locker rooms.
I wanted to use the boy's fitting rooms.
But society wouldn't let me.
I wasn't a girl.
I was a boy.
I'm not your daughter.
I'm your son.
I was wrong.
Society was wrong.
The doctor was wrong.
YOU were wrong.
Don't call me your daughter.
Call me your son.
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.
