"Girl"

A poem about what it's like being an unnacepted trans guy.

He is called a female,

Without explaining why.

But when he was born,

He was given with a lie.

It was like a tattoo on his forehead,

That labeled him with “girl”.

It burned with a passion,

And left his mind in a whirl.

He knew who he was,

But other stated they knew him better.

“You’re not a boy” they said,

And proceeded to call him “her”.

It was as if he was given,

The things that were not his.

Like clothes that did not fit,

That’s how he felt when they called him “Miss”.

He felt disconnected from his body,

Every time he looked in the mirror.

He knew who faced back,

Was not at all familiar.

Feminine clothes were prisons,

Long hair the jail bars.

They relentlessly misgendered him,

As if it was written in the stars.

But he knows that’s not him,

And dreams of when he is older.

When he can be who he is,

And not be hidden by the pronoun “her”.

Author's Note

Any and all constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

Reviews

[humbleServant]

I hear Him!! Not trans myself but when i was a young tomboy I used to wish to be male and I have a friend I've known since 9th grade who is trans and my daughter has trans friends. I have much empathy for the pain inflicted on trans folks by people who don't or wont understand!! I think you conveyed how it feels very well, you got to my heart with it!!!

[Mocha]

Thank you so much!

[limoncello]

Being misgendered really is the worst!! I've started using they/them and other gender-neutral pronouns recently, and the number of unaccepting people is still too great. I love this poem!!

[Mocha]

Thank you! I'm very glad you enjoyed it!