confusion?

stardusted-veins Poems

there are a few things that go through my mind when someone misgenders me or uses the wrong name my name is easier to remember? the pronouns are tiny, tiny words and why would you do that? do you know what it feels like to hear your past and want to ***** you may not like violence but right now you're punching me in the mouth and since when am i an "it"? tell me how i am a freak of nature tell me how i am a monster i am a living thing, we learned that in science even though i take medication every morning i am not sick even though i have to hold back bile every time i shower i am not sick you are not doctors how can you diagnose me? why would you? my gender is not your property i am not a dog i will not be your ***** you do not have the power to define me i will be whatever the **** i want to be really, it's none of your business our entire childhood we were told to be ourselves but now i am spited and questioned and laughed at because i am not what they wanted. maybe being human isn't enough.