No, I don’t have a ****.
Yes, I have ***** and a ******.
No, I am not a girl. Or a woman,
Especially not a lady.
I am a ******* human.
I am a boy—
No—
A man.
I am that guy you talk to
When you don’t want to talk to anyone
I’m that guy
You ask for advice
I’m that guy
Who tries to help everyone else
That guy
Who needs someone to catch him
To keep him from falling
Because when he gets misgendered
Or deadnamed
It ******* hurts
You feel like a liar
You are a liar
Because clearly,
You’re trying to be someone nobody recognizes
Nobody knows
Because they all assume who you are
And they get it wrong
But how do you know
That you’re not the one
Who’s wrong?
I don’t have a binder
Most of my clothes are feminine
And I like pastel colours and deep blacks.
I am a human, just like you.
Its not my fault I was born like this.
I’m sorry that you think I can help it.
But I can’t.