at seven years old
when a switch was thrown
and suddenly i knew that
something wasn’t quite right
i did not feel courageous
i was so scared
feeling nailed inside
this coffin of a body
that no longer felt like mine
there were no words
that my tongue could wrap around
to verbalize how wrong it felt
when i was called daughter
so i swallowed that bitterness
and felt it like a
twisting knife in my guts
and i did not feel courageous
i did not feel brave
as i clawed my way out
of that pink box i had been
involuntarily thrown into
but i have been told that
i am brave
i am courageous
i am strong
for being transgender
and i don’t know what
to do with that
and it was not bravery
that had me telling my mother
i needed her credit card number
to buy a cheap chest binder
off of amazon
because i was really a boy
i had decided i would
not be dying as a woman
and be buried in a nice dress
with the wrong name
and gender on my tombstone
i decided then
standing in the kitchen
of the little cabin we lived in
16 years old and terrified
that i would make myself
into a bright light of a boy
and i really don’t think
of that as being a courageous act
it was one of preservation
of finally deciding that
living was better than surviving
and the funny thing is
that makes people see me as brave
and i don’t know what to do with that
because i was scared then
and i have been scared since
the only difference is
i am going to live long enough
this time around
so that i just might be
able to see what people mean
when they tell me i am brave
- Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 26th, 2018 00:18
- Comment from author about the poem: When it comes down to just what the hell this is, your guess is as good as mine. I'm feeling melancholy and dysphoric and listening to True Trans Soul Rebel on repeat.
- Category: Letter
- Views: 20
Comments2
Wow that's so deep yet emotional because I know how cruel the world is an karma is a bitch so I hope they make sure she/he is beautiful! Love this babe
be brave.
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