Its taken three years for my skin to harden
Watch it turn from rice paper to steel
I used to be friendly as a sign of submission
But now I stand toe to toe with those I don’t even reach the shoulders of
I used to let people misgender me
Laugh and say it’s fine, don’t worry about it
But now I demand respect and I guess that makes me rude
So when did this change happen?
Was it the comments on social media
Lines after lines about how much of a monster I am?
How I deserve to die?
Was it the snide comments made
By people who knew good and well
I do not align myself with femininity
Was it the members of my town
All rallying together to agree
That if they had a transgender child
They would do unspeakable horrors to them?
I don’t know when the shift happened
All I know is that after I stopped showing my neck and
Waving my white flag
And instead I bared my teeth
Painted with the blood of those who weren’t lucky enough
I watched those who hate people like me
Back down and back off
And ultimately think twice about their words
Because there are transgender kids younger than me
And I don’t want them to have to grow cold
And harden that unique gleam in their eyes
Just to defend themselves
So if my stony exterior means they’ll be safe
Then I wouldn’t trade it for the world