Just a girl in a tie
Just a boy in a dress
There is no place for me to exist
Even within the LGBTQ+ community
Looking in the mirror
I could not see it any clearer
A guy
Wearing all black
But I'm not so easy apparently
Cause others see a girl
Doctors see female
And partners see a vagina and boobs
But I'm not a girl, far from it
At least mentally that is
There is no boobs on my chest
And nothing between my legs
There is just me
And my binder
I'm the guy you don't see
The son you never asked for
Yet even still
As I obtain the acceptance
I so yearned for
A new truth comes to light
I'm not the usual type of trans guy
I wear nail polish from time to time
I enjoy tight fitting jeans
And prefer the soft spoken version of myself
I don't pretend to humor the idea
That I am an uber masculine trans male
I'm not
I tend to be seen as somewhat feminine
I enjoy female things
And that's likely the fault of being raised
Female for most of my life
And yet I still identify as a guy
It sucks not knowing who you are
I think of myself as trans male
But I get hate from people in the LGBTQ+ Community
Because I'm apparently not trans?
If I'm not trans
Then what am I?
I'm certainly not female
But if I'm not male, then what?
Why is my gender such a big deal for everyone else
I wouldn't think about my gender at all
If it weren't for people throwing their opinions in
Like what they view me as, matters
It's my body, my mind, my say
No one else should get a say
Unless you wake up
And deal with my dysphoria, and with my identity issues
You don't get a say
I'm just a girl in a tie
A boy in a dress
I'm just in existence
YOU ARE READING
Violently Silent : Poetry
PoetryFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
