The Trans Identity
By:
Olivia Passmore
I
yearn for the days in which I will feel at one with myself.
What
am I to do when I cannot even look myself in the eye?
How
do I accept myself while knowing this is not the earthly body in which I am
meant to occupy?
I
stare and stare and receive nothing but contempt in return.
My
hair is too short.
Lips
too pursed.
Eyes
too wide, cheeks too flushed, forehead too long.
How
am I meant to change these things in which cause me restlessness
When
I am stuck in a society that persecutes my very existence?
I
know who I am.
I
know what I am meant to be.
So
let society persecute me if I dare to destroy all that is holy and let myself
be reborn.
Let
society scream in the name of its foreign god and strike me down with the
weight of heaven.
I
will make peace with myself one day,
And
I will leave society behind me.
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