They, Please

Rachel

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." 

  • Author: Crystal Moon (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 25th, 2016 18:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just another kid who's identity is trashed by people unaware of the non-binary gender binary.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 54
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