"YOURE A GIRL"**  she screams and its like swallowing knives, this will be my slow suicide. They whisper her and I figure they do not know how to pronounce him. Blurry eyes from the anger and pain kept inside its like shaking a bottle of champagne and hoping it will not make a mess on everyone. You screamed the word disgusting as if with enough force you could push the gay right out of me and into the pit of hell you think it came from. I'm here to tell you no amount of hate or disgust could make me love another like I love her. Or love any less. You say it's body mutilation to change from woman to man but I can proudly say this is how I feel I am a man on the inside and this beating heart only speaks the truth. If he could speak up for himself she would surely tear him apart for this is not the way god has intended for him to be. The mother of a son who simply got misgendered. So every she will never be he for as long as he lives here. Mom, dad, I know you hate me and your disgusted by who I am, and that's one of the reasons why I never ask anyone to call me by the name I really am and every question of "how do you identify yourself" brings the anxiety I thought I managed to overcome shake like The wind blowing the trees every sway is another twitch of my hands. But I wish you'd open your eyes and see me for the man that I am.