I Am Trans
a Poem by Raquel Swann
I am trans, deal with it.
Your opinions on gender and gender identity
are like gnats flying around my face at dusk.
I’ll swat you away but you keep coming back for more,
Your empty disgusting words remind me
of the last time I had the flu and lurched.
I flushed it all away, didn’t look back,
just as I’ll do with you.
Attachment doesn’t matter to me anymore,
if you aren’t sure if you’d like to be my friend,
you can be like Houdini and disappear.
Don’t come back in a box, or a cage,
you belong in a hole,
tunneling beneath the earth,
with the other bottom feeders,
commanding each other on how to live your lives.
Following along with the masses you look at me
as if I’m alien.
I am from another planet, I’m from Venus
Mars is in the opposite direction
I traveled on a freighter
stowed away with the others
you called us derelicts.
We were accepted into love
by others so easily.
Some barely knew us
and let us into there homes and hearts.
I am trans,
deal with it.
