I’m not trans enough, I don’t get mad when people misgender me.
I don’t voice my complaints at my dead name.
I don’t own a binder, And I really love doing my makeup sometimes.
I was born a girl, but I’m not a boy
So I’m not trans enough.
It doesn’t matter if my pronouns are he/they;
Because I’m not a boy
And only boys use he.
And me even considering altering my body Is me wasting trans resources.
You know.
For the real trans people,
Not the trans trenders like me.
That’s what they like to call me.
I’m not a binary trans person,
I’m just looking for attention,
And I’m too young to know, It’s just a phase,
And sometimes cis people feel this way too, Etc etc etc.
Meanwhile I’m falling into the depths of an ocean of bathrooms and assigned seats and writing my “name” on my tests and “Just correct me” and I just can’t feel normal because no one can see who I am, but they feel like they're an expert and they think they understand because they’ve felt like a boy once too.
Because a young white “Girl”
Isn’t trans If “She” isn’t a boy.
Even though just saying those words gives me dysphoria
So deep that breathing is painful.
I’m not a he, she, or they,
I’m an it.
I’m a reason for people to feel good about themselves.
Yay you!
You treated me like an alien, but at least you were nice!
You’re my hero for showing me basic human decency!
No, sorry.
I’m too busy thinking about how my mom
Won’t even consider that her kid is genderqueer because
“she’s just really easily influenced”.
And “none of this started until I found a generqueer person”
Which is so far from the truth, B
ut she doesn’t want to admit that I’m not a girl
Because I’m just not trans enough for her!
I’m not trans enough!
- Author: JB (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2019 09:21
- Comment from author about the poem: This is supposed to be spoken word, so I don't know how well it'll read. This is the longest I've ever spent on a poem and I think I did pretty well.
- Category: Unclassified
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Frick. *But
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