It’s a name like the rest label meant to mark the love from a family at my birth now cast to doubt in discontent bequeathed at birth as an event put to page as a statement of the soul to manifest beyond the time of diapers worn
line in the sand to nominate what’s bequeathed by the frame conventional is put aside when parents gaze on baby’s form shape as a template offering par against the breadth of typical the plausible no longer rules as spectrums cross to confuse
revelation measures faith connection to the tag assigned then the gap is realized sanity doubted in the routine gender mixed with desire’s stance these realized by all kinds normality seeks to have a say when the babe finds their way
dysphoria provides a clue the mold assigned is not enough irrespective of desire identity is relevant transformation is the response seeking truth by syllables finding self through new letters now the name is like the rest.
Sometimes people change their names. This is done for many reasons. The poem “Like the Rest” is about the struggle of the trans person to find their name.