They ask, "Are you a woman?"
If I say "Yes." they do not believe me.
Each day I live in the fear of my society, I live in the fear that my mother's embrace once warm, will freeze if I embrace myself.
If I become me.
Why must I live in fear of the society I was raised in?
Why is it that I must be judged if I speak my truth?
I watch others become who I yearn so deeply to be, their steps firm, their hearts unchained. But I am forced to judge them.
Why is it that I am called the pearl of the family but when I become who God created me to be I am called a disgrace, a stain to their reputation?
Do I not possess a heart and a mind if I wish to choose my gender and have an identity?
They do not recognize me.
I wish to pursue my education, a relationship, and a job, but to do so I must leave who I am behind and live in the shadows of the identity I wish to tear apart.
Why is my identity forbidden,
when it's the truest part of me?
If I fight, I am called insane, a rabid dog.
If I don't?
I simply do not exist.
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PoetryThoughts I wrote down, maybe they'll give you some comfort? "But I feel something deeper. Beneath the fear, there is a fire inside of me, one I cannot extinguish. It burns with the pain and the rage of all the women who came before me. " PS. If...
