They Were Wrong.

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There is no mistaking it;

They were wrong.

They were horribly wrong about who I am but this helped me learn

That I am strong.

She found me trying to be masculine

"You're full of shit." "You are not a boy!"

Leaving the jamboree with tears streaming down my face

Being told this surely gave me joy

Right?

Wrong.

Put on my beats and drifted off

Tears falling harder than before, breathing becoming a trouble

Staring at the shattered remnants of my mind

Trying to look through the rubble

And maybe find some hope left.

I clench my fists, the music blared

The more I thought of how wrong she was

The more my anger flared

I drift off into my mind

Never noticed they went into the yard

My father came in and called me outside

I was afraid of what I was going to have to guard.

Pulled up a lawn chair

And sat with my parents, they discussed what had occurred.

"Are you happy with yourself?" "No."

And I surely wasn't looking for what I would have heard.

"Well you need to understand that you're female."

The words stabbed me as hard as the knife I had buried weeks before

Something told me to get up and go inside and leave the conversation

But I wasn't about to prolong the war.

We got ready for Play Nintendo

I thought of everything me and my "sis" had talked before she left

She was so supportive of me through all of this

Her leaving left me bereft.

The messages told all of it

The discovery still rings true

Through all of the strife this month has given me

I am stronger than I've ever knew.

All of the stuff that went down on thiscrush

Constant transphobia and sexism at home

As I've said, I am a man

Even if I only have X chromosomes.

And they sure as hell know one thing

It's that I am prepping for one hell of a fight

But they'll see that pushing their child into a hole is wrong

And accepting me as their son is right. 





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