I've been thinking
about gender a lot,
who I am
and who I'm not.
Some Friends weren't
sure what to say,
till I asked them
to call me they.
Now I'm free
to breathe and be
true to myself—
Y'all,
this
is
me.
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Love this so much, especially the message and the "Y'all..."
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DeleteBeautiful, powerful, sensitive poem, thanks for putting it out there!
ReplyDeleteHooray for the courage to claim a true identity!
ReplyDeleteYes, breathe! xoxo
ReplyDeleteOh, so needed today, one that upholds the choice of each one of us! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and brave! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteDoida, I love this impactful poem written in such simple language. So clear, laying your heart bare. I struggled with "they" for years. As an English major and word fanatic, I really would've preferred a completely new pronoun that offered less confusing pronoun objects. But, finally, finally, it's rolling off my tongue more easily. I hate when I slip up...but I'm getting there. xo
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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