A Linguistic Transgression

A wonderful poem and some thoughtful words about being nonbinary in a binary world…

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I grew up a liar.
Pretending to have toy cars and squirt guns,
but I wasn’t allowed to share them.
I rejected my mother’s rosy presents,
because I thought I had to be a man.

He struggles:
I want to describe myself in your terms,
but I don’t exist for you.

Weird bulges developed on my body
and I tried to speak and act righteosly,
but I remained a liar.
For each success my mother spilled the dirty secret.
And pushed me into my place.

She struggles:
I want to describe myself in your terms,
but I don’t exist for you.

I suffer from daltonism
but I know when to stop and when to go.
Even today I feel like a liar.
I’m so hungry,
but you force me to eat my soup with a fork.

They struggle:
I want to describe myself in your terms,
but I don’t exist…

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About Fairy JerBear

A disabled, trans/agender fairy bear living in the American Southwest and passionate about social justice, the environment, Trans/ LGBTQIA+ equality and combating bullying.
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