i still don’t know
if i have been able to properly
express the sheer terror

of being seven years old
and realizing i liked girls
but that i
myself
was not a girl

words like homosexual
and transgender
did not exist to me
and were adamantly not
taught about in schools

this lack of knowledge
not knowing that i could
be anything beyond that
six letter word on
my birth certificate

the only conclusion
i was able to come to
as a scared child
was that i must
have been a
freak

there was something wrong
with me and within me
feeling my guts twist
every time i was called
a girl and not knowing why
it hurt so bad

and now
as a young man
i am able to find words that
downplay this nine years
of confusion and turmoil
shaping that pain into
something that is palatable

i do not have to do this
nor should i be expected to

but it is easier than saying
i was hellbent on destroying
the body i had because it
was not what it was supposed to be

it is easier than saying
i was willing to die
as a girl

if that meant the pain would stop