This is for you

You nearly destroyed me

With frostbitten

Prowling fingertips

And never ending tongue

I will not be the map

Nor Constellation of your

Permissible presentations

Or improvised gender constraints

You do not know me

For I am all the possibilities

That are, that have gone before

That are yet to come

I am a trillion blazing suns gently burning

I don't care what anyone says, I will hold my moms hand in public. I will kiss my moms cheek when she drops me off at school. No it's not childish, it's just showing the love and respect my mother deserves. One day my mom is not gonna be here to hold my hand so while I have the chance to I'm gonna do it. God blessed me with a beautiful mother and I'm never gonna stop saying I LOVE MY MOM!..

To anyone that says they hate their mom I feel Pity for you. Maybe you didn't have the best mom ever but she's still your mother. You're mom might not be home a lot but have you stopped to think it's because she's working hard because she has to put a roof over your head and food on your plate. You're mom does care about you but we all have problems and your mom just doesn't want you involved in them.

Always love and respect your mom because they're not eternal, while you have the chance to love her please do it. She's your mom and nothing can ever change that!

I grew up hearing
Little miss this and
Little miss that
But I think there’s been a little mistake
A little misunderstanding
Like there’s something that they missed
Because certainly sir could replace the title of miss
And mister wouldn’t stir up a fuss
And I could still be me
Right?
Ever since I was little I took pride in the word tomboy
Not realizing the other labels that pride could be applied to
Because I spent my life being lied to
About what gender really means
And I’ve been starting to question and I’ve been starting to learn
That expectations aren’t everything
And when it comes to gender roles
I grew up just rolling with it
But recently realized that I don’t have to
And I’ve been coming up with different ways of coming out
But mostly I’ve just spent a lot of time thinking
About spectrums and pronouns and labels and orientation
About binders and binaries and identity versus expression
About the way that I never really minded the onslaught of
She
She
She
Shhhh…
He
Maybe he can fit just as well
Maybe she fits fine
Maybe I can be a daughter by day and a son by night
Maybe I can bypass the binary and angle towards androgyny
Or transcend transgender in term of ambiguity
Maybe I can be
Me
And maybe someday that will be enough
Because boy oh boy there are days that I do love being a girl
But what can you do when it’s a dog eat dog world
And you were born a cat?
Just a little bit more of a ***** than you were hoping for
In this world where facts are misconstrued
And your words are misinterpreted
And you’re feeling a little
Just a little… misgendered