Pulling at the Curtains

Sun, 11/30/2014 - 16:37 -- casillo


I stand behind the curtains of an unaccepting society

Pulling at the seemingly infinite weight

Yearning to be nothing but myself


The curtain weighs down with


            But what is wrong with either one


            But I am not a thing


            But the term is transgender


            But what is so wrong with being me


I hear laughter from the other side

I hear the unfortunate demeaning of unique human beings

I can feel the pointing of fingers

I can hear parents shut down children’s curiosity about gender


And I can feel the pain

Of pulling at the endless curtains

With my trans siblings


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