J’naii or Blue
I want to feel soft
inside
the body I live in,
pink.
I want to know I have
peace
and fluidity
where I am fragile,
forgiveness not
blame,
whole not a shell
in
my house of
conformity.
It’s like you're not even real,
an alien, a machine, a man, a woman—
a person.
People stare at you, and
they don't even realize
they're staring at your exterior--
their mindless judgment excludes.
They don’t care about your
gender assigned at birth, only
assumed recognition assigned
at a passing look.
But you take it all in, the
projected energy undermining
your given out-caste
temple.
You take the whole universe in,
along with
the ricketiest of its conformed members.
Yes, she still
encounters
the whispers and
stares,
as normal as a
passing blue moon--
people just look
and smile at
a human that was
once a him.
TJKG
dverse poetry
dverse poetry
