I'm Right

Growing up I felt I spoken two languages

My mind and body constantly argued like an old couple that feels out of love

like two sisters fighting for space in a crowded bedroom

I remember the day I broke down countless times in front of you

Crying, I apologized, numerous times, I said I was sorry for being broken

for being a terrible granddaughter

A terrible girl

you pulled me into your arms, your arms, and asked what was I talking about

you seemed so confused, just as much as I was

You rubbed my back until I was sniffling like somebody with a terrible cold

Before I could say anything you asked why my sunshine was cloudy"

I pointed to my younger brother and said, I want to be like him. I look back at you

"what do you mean, what do you mean my sunshine"

"I want to be a boy, I couldn't even feel when the small sentence slipped out.

You put me in his clothes laughing

they were a bit big, but I like them

I look to you asking, "can I dress this way all the time"

Putting my hair into a messy bun, pulling a hat on, you said to me a reply that meant hope for me.

One day my sunshine" as you smiled

"one day the world will see you as my handsome little boy, and won't think twice, just wait our appearances won't matter.

Author's Note

This is by my friend, Liam. He has asked me to write his poems/stories on here for him. I may have edit here and there for him, but all credit goes to him.

Reviews

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

You’re friend did a really good job, captivating the readers attention and the flow to the good ending. I enjoyed reading this piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poem my dear friend. You wrote a kind story of life and living. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the good ending. Thank you Nomo for sharing your amazing poetry. I hope you are doing well.
Coyote

[Andre Peterson]

Happiness in your own self appearance without the approval of others is simply liberating. So is identifying what you truly want to be. You own it. And no one can take it from you.

[John the Baptist]

Gender identification is a complex issue. Other than realizing it must be a terrible feeling to believe you have been born in the wrong body, I don't feel qualified to comment on it.

[barleygirl]

This poem seems to be about gender dysphoria & it's one of the most sincere & well-stated things I've seen on this topic. Whenever you break down widespread misunderstanding with simple truths, it doesn't leave much room to argue the point & therefore (in my opinion) this is very convincing to show how some grow up feeling "not right" in whatever identity they were assigned (gender, sexuality, plus a million other ways society tries to shove people into a box with a label). Thanks for sharing your friend's stuff (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lorry]

One day, we will discard the need for masks and hiding behind an image that has been pre approved, and maybe on that day we can all have a collective sigh of relief, breathe and be what we are free to be.. As long as you wear a face mask and keep away from everyone else.
Uhm, no... That doesn't sound right! Damn this covid fog brain.
I'll ask Alexa, she knows her stuff. Hmm, she just shrugged and said whatevs...
So in summation, it's still a weirdlife no matter what, but if we stop getting caught up in what everyone else is doing, maybe we'll have more time to be ourselves and not worry so much what others think.
I think I'll wear a penguin onesie to work today. Well, next day I'm working from home for sure 😊

[Nomo]

Thank you for your review.
I'm pretty sure we all have had our covid fog days as well, lol.
even during this time, it is good to get out and always be yourself!, we can't be around those who just want us to be their image we need to be our own image.
You got me thinking about wearing a onesie to class now....

[Ken Simm.]

A very well structered and remarkable write. I enjoyed this story poem of youth and age very much.