Easy as one, two, three.

A fast paced poem about coming out as gender-queer.

One, I will finally be myself!

Two, I am not going to let anyone tell me I cannot be who I want.

Three, I bought a chest binder today.

Three, I bought a chest binder today.

Four, My voice is deeper than it was yesterday. Progress!

Five, I am going to tell my mom the truth.

Six, I told her the truth.

Six, I told HER the truth.

Seven, I let her pray for me despite our different religions.

Eight, I let her buy me dresses.

Nine, I let her put me down.

Ten, I let her put me back in the closet.

Ten, I let Her Put Me Back In The Closet.

Ten, I let her put me back in the closet.

Two, I am not going to let anyone tell me I cannot be who I want.

Six, I told her the truth.

Nine, I let her put me down.

Nine, I LET HER put me down.

Nine, I let HER put me down.

Eleven, I am no longer myself.

Twelve, My voice is higher than in was yesterday. I am falling behind.

Thirteen, The age I was when I started to feel this way.

Fourteen, I wear the dresses my mother bought for me.

Fifteen, I build up the courage to start the process again.

Sixteen, The age I know exactly who I am meant to be. Me.

One, I will finally be myself.

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

this is an interesting composition! i love the way you've used to numbers to describe yourself and the activities!
great work!

keep writing :D