It's not okay
to pull me aside
and tell me whose
wrong and right.
You ask questions
about when I realized
who I was
and what I want
to become,
when you shouldn't.
There's never really a time
you realize,
there's a time you stop
compressing
all of those thoughts and feelings.
You should feel
content
with me even telling you
who I am.
I don't need to explain
anything further,
but you claim I do.
I'm sick of every
GSA meeting being filled
with questions of my
gender and sexuality.
There's more to me.
You claim you know me,
but you don't.
You have no clue what
my favorite color is
or my favorite movie
or even know what I
love to read.
There's more to me
than a couple of titles.
You say that all you have
is your sexuality and gender,
that has to be a sad life.
I'm sorry that that's all you have.
But I have more.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
It's not okay
to pull me aside
and tell me whose
wrong and right.
You ask questions
about when I realized
who I was
and what I want
to become,
when you shouldn't.
There's never really a time
you realize,
there's a time you stop
compressing
all of those thoughts and feelings.
You should feel
content
with me even telling you
who I am.
I don't need to explain
anything further,
but you claim I do.
I'm sick of every
GSA meeting being filled
with questions of my
gender and sexuality.
There's more to me.
You claim you know me,
but you don't.
You have no clue what
my favorite color is
or my favorite movie
or even know what I
love to read.
There's more to me
than a couple of titles.
You say that all you have
is your sexuality and gender,
that has to be a sad life.
I'm sorry that that's all you have.
But I have more.
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