Before I was anything,
I was a being,
flesh and blood,
water and breath,
heartbeat and pulse,
running through these veins.

When you look at me,
you see a being.
Eyes.
*******.
A figure carved by life itself.

Before your mouth can form a question,
your eyes already answer:
I am here.
I am real.
I am undeniable.

So why,
why box me into your small idea of me?
Why cut and paste pieces of me
to fit the puzzle you made
without asking me?

I told you who I am.
I have always been this.
I am a woman.
I identify as such.
I am woman,
I am every woman,
not the one you invent,
but the one I breathe.

You want to name me,
stud, butch, ****, masc,
but listen close:
I already have a name.
Woman.
And I wear every **** piece of her.

I’m masculine.
I’m feminine.
I’m everything in between.
I am the both,
the neither,
the everything more.

Don’t expect performances.
Don’t wait for proof.
I owe you nothing,
except this:
my existence.

When you see me,
acknowledge me.
Simple as that.

I am human first.
A woman later.
A living, breathing, bleeding being.
A being first.
Always a being first.
#Marixbell