I just remembered that I was going in chronological order and I'm too lazy to edit it, but this was supposed to be chapter 4. Anyways back to the point, this past month in English class or whatever we were given different formats to create different poems. The teacher told us ahead of time that we were going to have a poetry cafe and that we were going to pick one poem that we made and read it out loud to the whole middle school and parents. The teachers were aware that I am trans and call me by my male pronouns and name. I only told a few other students that I am trans and to call me by my name male name and pronouns. They accept me. The other students didn't catch on to call me Joseph and refer to me with male pronouns. So I made a poem talking about my past and how it makes sense to who I am now. And the last line of my poem was "Did you like my coming our story?" To add on. I picked that poem to say. After that I got a few compliments of "I like your poem" and my math/homeroom teacher said that she was proud of me. Before I created the coming out poem I knew that I wanted to do this. I asked my therapist and family if I should do this and they said yes. After the poetry cafe I felt like I officially got rid of the past. Then I ate a delicious cookie. XD
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Hey world Im Joseph!
عشوائيHey world my name is Joseph and I'll be telling you about my life as a transgender teen.