She.
Her.
Hers.
These words have controlled
My life for so many years.
Katie.
Kate.
Kaitlyn.
This name has haunted me
All my life.
Dresses.
Skirts.
Blouses.
These clothing items scream
'This is wrong' to me.
The only time anything feels
Right is when...
"Hey Max!"
"This is my friend, Max. He..."
"His..."
"Him..."
Now I learn that my father
Hates the name.
Hates the pronouns.
Hates me.
He says I'll have to
Change my name
When I move out.
Get hormones when I
Move out.
Get surgery when I move out.
And then he wonders
Why I want to move out
So soon?
How clueless.
He tells me that he wants me
To do what makes me happy,
But then denies me of the
One thing that does.
It's embarrassing to be
Called by my birth name.
Humiliating to be called
By female pronouns in
Front of people.
I hate it all.
Why can't I just be
Happy with who I am?
Why can't I be me?
m.r
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