You told me, that one day, I would be the Queen of my own kingdom.
You said that the bullying would stop, and that I wouldn't remember all the hateful words that had been said to me.
You told me, as you got down on one knee to explain to me why I couldn’t play with the little boys, that one day I would understand.
You don’t understand.
I don’t want to be a Queen. I want to be the King that rules over a just and fair land, one where everyone can be who they know themselves to be.
The bullying will stop? What a joke- the words are carved into the very fabric of my skin, all the words that have been whispered into my ear as I walked into school, as I stepped out of my house, and as I opened my mouth to say those three words.
“I’m a boy.”
I can’t be a boy, you said.
You are just confused. Don’t tell anyone. Don’t make it such a big deal. Don’t tell anyone. Don’t TELL ANYONE. You are just confused.
You were so concerned that I would be hurt by the outside world. Did you ever consider that the pain might be coming from within?
Don’t tell anyone. Maybe now is the time I want to shout it from the rooftops.
Don’t tell anyone. Maybe I want to be who I know I am.
Don’t tell anyone! I will be who I am, and stop hiding behind this wall you have put up to protect me? All it does is tear me down.
I never had much self esteem, but whenever you tell me to forget it, or act more like a girl, I just want to say,
I love who I am, and you can’t stop me from being me.