Every letter I write will never do
For I am not valid enough for you.
You claim that I am girly,
Which made me quite squirrely.
Your claims of me not being a boy
Are like you throwing me around like a toy.
I am not your possession
And this is my life’s recession.
Death never seemed so cool
Until your sobbing created pools
That you could swim through
With the water so blue.
I can hear your screaming from my room
And I can say that it has created my tomb.
I am boy
Not a toy.
My masculinity is not determined by you
But determined by the question of who.
Who am I?
Am I a guy?
Or am I faking my breath
While you fake your depth?
You say you will love me no matter what
But I’ve put you in a rut.
I’m transgender and you don’t agree,
So does this mean
You can strip me of my identity?
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Every letter I write will never do
For I am not valid enough for you.
You claim that I am girly,
Which made me quite squirrely.
Your claims of me not being a boy
Are like you throwing me around like a toy.
I am not your possession
And this is my life’s recession.
Death never seemed so cool
Until your sobbing created pools
That you could swim through
With the water so blue.
I can hear your screaming from my room
And I can say that it has created my tomb.
I am boy
Not a toy.
My masculinity is not determined by you
But determined by the question of who.
Who am I?
Am I a guy?
Or am I faking my breath
While you fake your depth?
You say you will love me no matter what
But I’ve put you in a rut.
I’m transgender and you don’t agree,
So does this mean
You can strip me of my identity?
came out to my parents and my mom hates me now
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