My gender is something
Something so perfect
Like a sphere of black goo
Floating in space
A concept so void
No human could understand
Not even me
No, not even me
Are you a boy? A girl?
I always say a boy
That is true
In a way
I like being a boy
I love being treated as one
Called one
But..
That's not all.
A bit of girl
Just a bit
But there's more
It's agile as a cat
Joyful like the sun
Shy as the moon
Loud as a puppy
but still quiet as a mouse
It wears flowy dresses and skirts
eyeliner and lipstick
when someone says
"Girl!"
it shakes its head
It isn't a girl,
but it doesn't mind being called one.
But don't call it they.
It isn't a they.
It is bright colors
it's lying under a warm blanket
on a snowy afternoon
it's jumping into the pool
on a hot summers day
It's loyal as a dog
and kind as a deer
Sometimes it's loud
or too quiet to hear
Every time it's put in a box
it never quite works.
Girl, boy, neither, both..
So many labels have been shoved on it
none fit, always a little off
Most of the time,
it doesn't like my body.
But sometimes,
in twirly skirts and dresses
it smiles brighter than the sun
with huge breasts
and eyeliner that goes all across my face
it feels happy
It wants to dress like that more,
however, it is called something it's not.
"she", "girl", "woman", " ma'am".
it isn't fully a boy,
but it knows
it isn't a girl.
My dad tries to put a bow on it
and call it "daughter"
or "talyn"
that's not it's name.
"that's not my name"
it tries to say
"i'm not a girl"
it cries
but he doesn't get it.
he never will.
"my little girl, what happened?"
he doesn't know
it was never a girl.
but it didn't know that yet.
at school
people call it "toby"
it doesn't mind that.
that isn't it's name
but it's better.
most people call it "he"
or "him"
it likes that.
my mom and brother
they know who it is
they call it "zach"
and "brother"
and "son"
i enjoy hanging out with them
because they understand better than most
they love us for us
so we love them for them.
people online
they understand
they *really* understand.
i can tell them how i feel
and always, one person will go
"i understand that, me too!"
that's what i like about the internet.
you can meet people who really get you.
they get your weird quirks
and your feelings
they give you something to look forward to
every single day
they give you a reason to keep going.
some people understand
some people don't
some people might try to learn
some people don't care
but either way, you're you
and nobody can change that.
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