I had no clue

 

I kind of figured

 

I don't care

 

What the hell is wrong with you

 

I will try and remember

 

Whatever

 

I have heard it all over the years and I am not even an adult yet

 

I wish I didn't have to tell people anything about myself

 

I wish I had been born in the right body

 

I wish I didn't have to face people when they found out

 

My body is a book that everybody thinks they deserve to read

 

Faggot, tranny, freak, sin, the words decorate my skin where cis people have love and acceptance

 

The light flowery writing of messages of love are quickly covered up with bold brash lines that are from others hate

 

I stand in the light and I spit back because you killed all the nice trans people

 

Now there only the stubborn ones left

 

The ones who refuse to move

 

The ones who form a living wall

 

The ones who are willing to our lives out there for you to judge and despise

 

Because if you are looking at us then you aren't looking at the ones we stand to protect

 

The girl who is beaten by her dad who says he has a son

 

The socially anxious person who identifies outside the binary

 

The thirteen-year-old who cries themselves to sleep because they don't understand why puberty frightens them so much

 

I will stand here because I don't want to sit where my parents sat when the hospital staff rushed to get me an IV

 

I will stand here and accept your hate and I will continue just to spite you

 

I will stand here until I can't and somebody else takes my place

 

But until that day I will stand side by side with my brothers, my sisters, and my siblings and I will keep coming out