My spine is reinforced steel
And my will is iron.
I must sharpen my wits
On the grit of the world’s ignorance,
And parry it’s dull insults with
A tongue with an edge like a razor.
I traded my safety, my security and my relationship
For a new set of pronouns.
But when the follicles frolic
The “Sir’s” swarm like bees,
They buzz and sting, leaving me
Feeling swollen and
No quantity of Epinephrine will help me to breath.
And I am carded when I use the ladies room,
By Gestapo pigs with Roaming hangs,
Waving Ferris bands as they
Demand that I show them my papers.
I am told I have the freedom to do
As someone else would prefer I live my life,
To live in the cage of their ever shrinking minds.
I am strangled by red tape at every turn,
Empty Spools litter the shaky ground
Where I walk, they hold me in place,
Where I too am unmoved.
Letters and court orders, doctors and notaries,
Waitlists and days on end at the DPS, DMV, Social Security,