I am a guy.
Just a guy.
Not an "ummm...technically."
or "biologically female."
Not: "used to be a girl",
"Thinks she's a guy",
"Doesn't dress like a boy",
"What she got between her legs?",
Gender norms literally **** people.
Every "I'm sorry" is just a peeling paint job
over an intercity wall,
no one really wants to look at,
or admit to.
This is not a problem I brought on myself.
My gender is not a problem,
You are the problem.
I'm not running from what's inside me anymore,
I know what's inside me,
I've made peace with what's inside me
It's the same old, same old,
with a new set of words
you ******* can't wrap your tongues around.
I don't care if you slipped up,
I don't care if you didn't know I was a boy,
I don't care about your cis guilt, cis excuses, or cis ignorance
Because you don't know the age limit
not to be Emily anymore.
The hundreds of dollars it costs.
Every: "Hello Ladies",
every "Sorry Miss",
every "What can I do for you Ma'm",
every "You'll always be my niece-"
The cis questions,
cis disinterest in my ******* feelings.
I am not going to hold your hand
and politely explain to you that
That's your job cis people.
Every misgendering is peeking through the veil
of how people really perceive you.
It's all just a game they play along
with in your presence.
Going along with a trance they think
you've put yourself in.
They don't really see you,
When all it takes is
changing a single word
in one ******* sentence.
That would be no inconvenience to them,
But makes or breaks the world to you.
Covering it up with a strained smile,
Lying that it's fine.
Is it even a question that over 70%
of trans people **** themselves,
as opposed to 1% of the general population.
It makes so much ******* sense to me.
Because trans means knowing
I will never be properly gendered by a stranger,
Unless I get a **** I don't ******* want.
Being trans is waking up everyday
with the guarantee you can not
use the bathrooms in public.
Can't be called a guy
Hearing: "Emmett? That's a weird girl's name."
Having people ignore you
When you're on the verge of tears
begging them not to see
your soft curves and small chest and skirt
as one big sign that says 'SHE'.
Then being told:
"It's not their fault,
people just don't know."
"You have to be more understanding,
more patient -
be nicer about it."
How 'bout applying that to yourself?
Don't tell me I have to be kinder
about being denied my identity everyday.
Don't tell me to shut up about a system
so ingrained in my brain
I still misgender myself.
A society denying reality
And telling us we are the confused ones.
The crazy ones.
For veering outside these neat little boxes
of made up rules
they've tried to lock us into.
The consequences are absolutely deadly.
Is it any question
That people bleed themselves dry
Get drunk, get high
just to escape it all?
Then get thrown into a 'health care system'
for attempted suicide,
get misgendered by the nurses and doctors
who ignore why they're there in the first place.
Then denied hormones for their
We are thrown into a world of glass ceilings
and imaginary borders
with all too real consequences.
Make no mistake,
We are not dangers to ourselves.
You absolutely put us here.
Blame it on whatever generation or
individual you want,
but we are all participating in cisnormativity
if you are not constantly unlearning.
If you equate genitals with gender,
Ask what the baby's going to be -
As if it ******* matters -
Don't think to ask pronouns and get it wrong,
See every character, every face on TV
that doesn't look like ours,
have everything catered
to the way you turned out to be,
That's privilege is our danger.
The gaps in judgement
and consideration for our situations
is where we live
and our destined to fall.
Because when someone hits you with a car
It doesn't matter of they didn't see you,
didn't mean to,
have never done it before,
are the nicest person in the world -
They ****** up.
And it still hurts.
Sure, if they meant to
it would be worse,
But I'm through with this rhetoric
Don't think this is too drastic a comparison,
Gender norms literally kills people.
Every mark of 'self-harm' on our arms
Is a scar society put there.
Every trans suicide is a ******.
The question isn't why
we are killing ourselves.
It's how the ****
are we still alive.