I am a product of time.

 

I am a product of my mind,

A painful, biting prison.

 

I am a product of anger,

Anger at the injustice in

Everyday society.

 

I am a product of hatred,

Born of human nature,

The nature to separate,

To stand alone from the crowd.

 

I am a product of pain,

Abuse at the hands

Of my peers and people

Who should care,

Like my family.

 

I am a product of creativity,

Writing, reading,

Dancing, singing,

Acting, drawing,

Designing,

Changing.

 

I am a product of music,

The Youth of the Nation

In the Diary of Jane,

The Freshmen,

Everything You Want,

One-X,

Because Life Starts Now.

 

I am a product of the stage,

Born to put on a mask

And a costume

And dance around

And be someone else

And not be me.

 

I am a product of a revolution,

Fighting for my rights

As a transgender man,

Gay, broken, alone,

Destroyed by discrimination.

 

I am a product of innovation,

New technology every month,

New ideas,

New truths.

 

I am a product of hope,

Finding something to grasp onto,

To fight and make it through each day.

 

I am a product of life,

This thing we are born into and have no choice in.

 

I am a product of time.