Rachel

They, Please

It\'s been going on for months now.

They continue to paint me pink

She, her, daughter, female

How do you tell someone you\'re not a girl?

 

Of course, I will always be biologically female-

But what does that have to do with anything?

I don\'t know how much more I can take.

I\'m not your daughter, your girlfriend, your niece.

I\'m not a she.

 

I am your child, your partner, your sibling\'s kid.

What do I prefer?

They, please

 

Please put down the pink paint,

Listen to me, now.

I\'m not a girl

I\'m not a boy.

I am merely a human,

Barely surviving and on the verge of tears.

Whenever people reference me as \"female\",

Another knife pierces my skin.

I wish someone respected my gender

Maybe they can pull the knives out of my back.

 

Until then, I continue to suffer in silence

My mouth gagged, unable to speak my mind.

I can\'t wait until I meet that one person

Who will ask me one lifesaving question;

\"What do you prefer?\"

And for once, I\'ll be able to answer through happy tears:
\"They, please.\"