You don’t get it? Really,
Did you not here me sincerely,
Do you not realise that I am saying this because I care.
Because without it, the stress could swipe me like the claws of a bear.
I am trying not to hide, behind castle walls of tweed and wool, that like curtains seem to hide me so I can curl up like a ball,
As though the frostbite of my cloths engenders this, rather than standing tall.
I want to be seen as I see myself, not as a shadow; a cardboard figure.
But show that I can remove the chains that keep me from striving for happiness and things much bigger,
So with this verse, I write the truth,
To correct the lies of my youth:
I am a girl, strong willed and kind
I am a trans girl, I know in my heart; my mind.
by Who not What member for LGBT History Month
