Complex
I didn’t know that i was the only one who
stripped barbies instead of playing house.
hung out with girls because i liked them
not because i was one
i always had a deeper voice than most girls
people always made fun of my for it
called me a man-girl-kid
yeah, kids aren’t only cruel, but dumb too
I realized i was different when
i felt weird about going in the girls locker room
when i always picked fights with the boys
for picking on girls
who picked on me
for not being them
i never belonged with a certain pride
i never signed up for makeovers
never showed off my abs
or my designer bag
never belonged to anything
besides “fag”
its like calling the ocean water
instead of a combination of chemicals
dissolved carbon, carbohydrates,
proteins, acids, and vitamins.
barely just dipping your toes into a pond
I still let people push me around
let them call me whatever’s convenient
orientation is such a frustration
translating a transformation
let me transition to a new position
transcendental thinking
transverse-like idea’s
being spoon fed
to a very confused head
let me end this transmission
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I am much more complex
than the preference of sex
you’ve only just scratched the surface.