Just.
The subdivision is huge and so easily pandered to.
Who are you to assimilate my gender
Affirm my stance as a man
A
Dick
Less
Man
He she
She him
Shim
Labelling me like
I’m a fucking
Goddamn crim.
Don’t dare drag your eyes down my chest
Checking for the tumors that cause me more pain
Than the welts
and scars ever did.
Look
At yourself privilege dripping down your jaw,
While you feverishly copulate, marry, live outside a
Curtain that bears no discerning eyes and scorn.
Have you ever considered the boundless weight that
is the struggle to identify?
Do you
Know of the life long war ahead
Of me
Of them?
A furnace
Blistering my throat
Every
Fucking
Time
I have to step foot in front of foot into
The bathroom that parades the
Stick figure
That
Is
Not
Me.
To bend down and lift the seat
And
Even those
Days when
Fuck that
I sit and
The burning scalds my
Throat
Tongue
Lips.
Filing away my teeth
In attempt to stifle
The spluttering
Screams
The fucking fist fights with the cubicle.
No.
Do you see
My small,
Soft hands creating excuses
For my soft voice,
For my soft,
Hairless chin?
It hurts, Mr
To retain
A love
For a man
I can’t ever
Come
Into.
Fuck.
My
Queer shoulders don’t
Steer wheels, Allen.
They drive off cliffs,
They fall forward,
They ache
From my
Secret breasts
And my ill
Shaped spine
Bent
Like me
And you
For you.
Why aren’t you sauntering down
Supermarket aisles
Finding me beside the
Watermelons,
Pulling me back
Adjusting the
Sick
Sad
Disposition
So frequently endured and
Worn
By me
And them?
Why aren’t you
Uncrossing
My
Arms?
Telling me
There’s nothing to hide
Be proud
Young man.
Ensuring that
I know
And they know that
I am
We are
Not
Alone?