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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Poem Collection
Non-FictionIt was originally one poem but I'll make it a collection of little thoughts I have. Most of these are depressing, so trigger warning.