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Sometimes I hear whispers.
Sometimes I hear words.
Almost always I hear rumors that are seemingly unheard.

I know what they're saying.
"That guy is a fag,
Why does he dress like a woman in drag?"

I could try to defend it.
Try to educate.
That never works, though. People love hate.

They don't love new ideas.
They don't love deviations from the norm.
But you know what? I can't help how I was born.

My body may say male,
But my brain says otherwise.
Should I trust what's in my pants or what my soul says inside?

I don't know what to think.
I don't understand it myself.
Am I this- or that- or completely something else?

There's not term to describe me.
I'm alone in this life.
Why can't I just be me! I don't want this strife!

Stop making me choose!
Check male or female?
Truth is gender is on a continium scale.

If I could change one thing,
I'd change how we view.
Others do not have answers as simple as you.

A common question like that,
Causes dysphoria ten-fold.
There are people out there that don't fit in your mold.

Please don't ask "he or she".
I'm an em or they.
Try to accept me; don't push me away.

I know it's weird,
But bear with me now.
I can't fix everything, but I can fix my pronoun.

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