Being Transgender
#8 of Poetry
Older drivel.
You get to explain gender to all of your friends --
And all of your family --
And maybe once more to be sure --
And random strangers --
And maybe, like, doctors and nurses who should probably know better;
You get to explain to your partner that nothing has changed --
And that you were always this way --
And that really, honestly, nothing has changed --
And that this has no effect on your love for them --
And I promise;
You will get to come out again --
And explain that it wasn't that being gay wasn't enough --
And explain that it has nothing to do with who you like --
And explain that that shouldn't matter --
And -- oh right, this means you might be straight after all;
You get to go through that awkward period of growing your hair out --
And learning how to ask for a more feminine haircut --
And trying a curling iron for the first time --
And figuring out how to eat noodles without also eating your hair --
And the worries that you're just trying to be rebellious;
You get to worry whether you're maybe just trying to be rebellious --
And whether or not you might just be faking it --
And whether you're really Trans Enough or not --
And whether you're maybe just appropriating femininity --
And whether or not passing really matters to you anyway;
You get to dress up in your best clothes --
And your best makeup --
And worry that your shoes are too masculine --
And have your hair game on point --
And convince the doc that you deserve those patches and pills;
You get to go through puberty again --
And it will be weirder this time around --
And your skin will grow soft --
And you'll get more sensitive to temperature changes --
And -- YEOWCH! That's a new sensation;
You will cry a lot --
And bite your tongue often --
And lower your gaze --
And learn to take up less space --
And talk softer;
And your dogs will still love you.